The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 520

Percival waved his hand, summoning the servants who were hesitating in the shadows. They dared not approach, but fear of Percival made them comply.

"Get in there and separate the men from the women," Percival instructed, spinning Vivienne around so she would not peek.

The servants hesitated, their hearts pounding with trepidation. They had no clue what was happening inside, but the mere thought of the wolves prowling the estate was enough to chill their bones.

Percival cast a nonchalant glance at them. "The wolves won't bite you."

Despite his assurance, the servants remained rooted to the spot in fear.

Raising an eyebrow, Percival's tone remained casual yet firm, "Not going?"

His words were light, but the servants felt a shiver run down their spines—not so much from Percival himself, but from the drooling wolves eyeing them from behind.

Frightened, they scurried off to the main hall.

The sight that greeted them was astonishing—everyone stark naked!

And it seemed the wolves really had not bitten anyone!

The servants approached, whispering to the confused butler, "Sir, Madam ordered us to separate the men and women."

Snapping back to reality, the butler quickly commanded, "Do it then!"

He realized the wolves were not attacking anyone. They must belong to Percival and Vivienne, who had some mysterious control over them.

Though ignorant of their motives, the butler was concerned about the family's dignity. If word got out that the Boyds were caught in such a scandalous state, it would be a disaster not just for the family's reputation but for his position as well.

With the butler's word, the servants hurriedly escorted the women upstairs.

The Boyds, still in shock, followed without protest.

Soon after, Percival and Vivienne entered the now male-only main hall. Percival's face turned green at the sight. He reached to cover Vivienne's eyes but noticed her looking disdainfully at the Boyd men, "Tsk, so small!"

Percival was speechless. His little lady seemed a bit too interested in the opposite sex. What to do?

He needed advice—and fast!

Sensing his intent to cover her eyes, Vivienne spoke lazily, "Mr. Wolf, don't bother. There's nothing worth seeing here. I'm heading upstairs."

She walked away, shaking her head in mock regret.

Percival, massaging his temples, felt utterly helpless.

Upstairs, Wendy was still unconscious.

When Vivienne sauntered in, Teresa and Nancy were protecting their daughters, preparing to dress them. Her captivating gaze scanned the room before she crossed her arms and watched them with apparent amusement.

"Vivienne! You wretch, did you orchestrate this? What have the Boyds ever done to you to deserve such treatment?" Teresa exploded at the sight of Vivienne.

The women were still too shaken to think clearly.

Seeing Vivienne enter untouched, they had no doubts—she and Percival were behind the wolves.

Nancy, Mara, and Margot joined Teresa in their fury.