The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 689

Percival massaged the bridge of his nose, a sense of inevitability hanging in the air.

With a soft cough to clear his throat, he said, “Uncles, forgive me, I can’t wait any longer for Vivienne. Marrying her isn't about weighing the pros and cons; it's about giving her my whole heart. Rest assured, as long as I draw breath, Vivienne will never be aggrieved!”

Maddox had intended to give Percival a hard time, but faced with such sincere devotion, he found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

Fredrick and Yuri exchanged glances. They had been quite cross, but now their anger seemed to have dissipated.

What had gone wrong?

Vivienne glanced at her three uncles and smiled. “Don’t worry, Uncles. Getting married was my idea. I trust him.”

The uncles looked at each other and sighed softly.

What could they say?

Their little angel’s heart was already so entwined with Percival that they feared she might get upset with them for trying to settle scores with him!

Oh well, it was done!

The license was signed; what else could be done? They couldn't seriously expect them to divorce, could they? That was the last thing they wanted.

“If that’s how you feel,” they conceded, “then let it be. But Percival, Vivienne is our treasure. We expect you to throw a fitting wedding.”

“Of course! I’ll give Vivienne the grandest wedding in the world!” Percival declared.

Richard and Cecilia had planned to discuss the wedding arrangements with the Perez family, but the commotion involving rogue robots in town had them worried that someone might use the incident to harm both the Ellington and Perez families, so they shelved the plans for the time being.

However, once this matter was settled, the wedding would indeed be the next order of business.

After a brief chat, Percival and Vivienne prepared to head back home.

Just as they were about to leave, Vivienne suddenly remembered something. “Mr. Wolf, hold on, I forgot something.”

Percival nodded and waited patiently.

Vivienne returned to where the woman in red had attacked her, carefully scouring the ground. She found a silver needle and a sealed bag, meticulously packaged it, and slipped it into her pocket.

Once aboard the plane, Percival held Vivienne's hand. They had been through a lot, and she was tired.

With Percival by her side, she felt especially at ease and soon drifted into sleep.

In the distance, the woman in red watched the private jet disappear into the sky before turning to leave.

Her hunch was correct; this visit to M State was merely a ruse, coincidentally aligning with her own objectives.

She chuckled to herself. The ranks of F-Poison were thinning; F-Poison was barely hanging on. If that was the case, it was time to let him vanish.

F-Poison had lingered too long in power. It was time for someone more capable to take the reins.

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Once back in Veridia, Percival and Vivienne wasted no time deploying their people nationwide to capture Samantha.

In a suburban area, Vivienne and Percival sat in their car.