The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 743

Vivienne had a rendezvous with Kala at the film set that afternoon.

When Vivienne and Percival arrived, Kala had just wrapped up her scene.

The set was bustling, not a place for quiet talks.

Their agent herded them into a trailer to have some privacy and then excused herself.

"Well, well, well, if it isn’t Kala, still shameless as ever, cozying up to Ms. Hawthorne," sneered a voice laced with sarcasm.

Before the trio could even begin their chat, Ramona’s mocking tones filled their ears.

The agent, blocked by Jackson at the foot of the trailer, watched as Ramona, swaying her hips, sauntered up the steps, her bewitching eyes scanning Percival.

But the man's gaze remained unflinchingly on Vivienne.

Ramona’s face twitched, "Ms. Hawthorne, I thought you were smarter. Keeping a ticking time bomb so close, providing her resources, I guess Mr. Ellington isn't that important to you, is he?"

Vivienne, seated comfortably, didn’t bother to stand. She looked towards Kala, "Who is this? You’ve got such ill-mannered extras on set?"

Before Kala could respond, Percival peeled an orange and handed it to Vivienne, "Showbiz is full of stars throwing their weight around. No surprise there, seeing an ugly duckling like her."

Vivienne was known for her ability to infuriate people.

With Percival’s help, even if Kala didn’t like Ramona, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her.

Why did she have to come at this moment of all time? Against these two, even Scott would be no match.

Ramona? Mere chaff!

Sure enough, as soon as Percival finished his comment, Ramona’s face flushed a mix of red and purple, her eyes blazing. "I did it for your own good, Ms. Hawthorne. You ungrateful... How can you talk to me like this? Don't you know Kala’s been pining after Mr. Ellington?"

Vivienne, tossing a piece of trash into the bin, tilted her head. "So what?"

"You... aren't you afraid that Kala might steal Mr. Ellington away from you?"

Ramona was nearly choking with rage at Vivienne’s composure.

Why did her carefully laid plans always crumble in the face of this woman?

Wasn’t she supposed to be jealous upon hearing her own cousin fancied her fiancé?

Far from jealous, Vivienne was curious. "Mr. Wolf, are you the type to be stolen away by someone else?"

Percival stood up and switched on the air conditioning to cool her down. "What nonsense are you spouting? Vivienne, don't you know my heart by now?"

His eyes were deep with affection, tenderly gazing at Vivienne as if they could ooze sweetness.

Kala watched, rubbing her arms, thinking how cheesy Percival was in love – she had never known this side of him before.

Ramona was seething, unable to get the upper hand with them.

"You two!" she gasped, chest heaving.

Suddenly, her eyes glinted with an idea; her hand slipped from the door frame, and she feigned a fall backward.

"Not this trick again!" Kala blurted out before her mind could stop her.

As she instinctively moved to help, Vivienne grabbed her arm. "Let her act."

"Vivienne! You don't get it; the last time she pulled this stunt, it got me trending. She's got more tricks up her sleeve than Mila Clark!"