Madeline's sudden freeze mid-temple rub as she looked up to see her daughter Sophie approaching was almost cinematic. Fresh from the hospital, Sophie's complexion had returned to its rosy glow, her innocent beauty disarming yet unmistakably powerful. Indeed, Sophie had inherited her mother's formidable charm.
In their ancient warrior lineage, countless men had fallen at the mere sight of her, enchanted by her allure. Yet, Madeline found none of them worthy of her daughter, convinced that Sophie was destined for a man of unparalleled excellence. Previously, it was Asher Grimshaw who caught their interest. Now, shifting targets to Percival seemed equally promising.
"Mom, what's on your mind?" Sophie plopped down in the seat Gavin had just vacated, her face a mask of discontent. "If only I could get close to Percival. That witch Vivienne is always by his side, making it impossible for me to make a move!"
"That's because you're not trying hard enough!" Madeline shot her daughter a look, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don't worry, with my help, Percival will be eating out of your hand in no time!"
Sophie pouted, about to retort, but the promise of her mother's assistance brightened her demeanor instantly. "Really, Mom? You're not pulling my leg, are you? If I pull this off, consider Uncle's situation handled!"
Madeline's smile was one of satisfaction. Her joy was short-lived, though, as she affectionately tousled Sophie's hair. "Why would I lie to you, sweetheart? And we don't even need to whisper sweet nothings into anyone's ear. Once you and Percival are an item, without the Ellington family's backing, dealing with that bumpkin Vivienne will be like taking candy from a baby."
Meanwhile, in a local café, Vivienne entered the reserved room, casting a glance at Gavin who was waiting for her. She pulled out a chair and sat down, "Isn't Gavin too busy sorting out his mother's estate to be summoning me?"
Gavin, already sour-faced, felt the atmosphere drop to freezing at her words. His response came through gritted teeth, "Ms. Hawthorn, I'd advise against your arrogance. No matter how skilled you are, you're outnumbered here. These men are the Abernathy family's finest warriors, and you stand no chance."
Vivienne's raised eyebrow met Gavin's challenge. Surveying the room, she recognized none but one face. Seaton, mingled among the warriors, signaled her to keep her cool. Vivienne's eyes sparkled with mirth as she looked back at Gavin, "What desperate measure brings you to me this time?"
Gavin's patronizing tone only served to deepen her amusement, "Vivienne, don't play dumb. You have three days to deliver Kipling's letter of forgiveness to me."
Vivienne's eyes danced with scorn, clearly visible to Gavin. He attempted a magnanimous stance, "Of course, your efforts won't go unrewarded by the Abernathy family. Deliver the letter, and all previous offenses against us will be wiped clean. Plus, you can choose any martial art from our family to learn."
Vivienne couldn't help but laugh, "Gavin, are you losing it? Why would I covet your family's forgiveness or its martial arts, especially when they're so easily defeated?"
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