The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 844

Ethan was utterly shocked.

He had thought Percival was merely testing the waters, but now…

It was clear Percival had all the evidence he needed.

Weighing his options, Ethan found Samantha of little concern. To him, she was nothing more than an old witch, delusional if she thought she could ensnare him.

His interest in Samantha was purely because she was working on a so-called "Elixir of Life," and since she was his aunt's protégé, he felt obligated to protect her at all costs.

However, despite Samantha's advanced age, her seductive tactics varied each time, igniting his desires in a way that gave him a perverse thrill.

Even if Samantha failed to produce the Elixir of Life, keeping her around for his own pleasure seemed like a viable option.

But now, he had to make a decision.

Seeing him silent, Oliver's face darkened. He slapped Ethan across the face, his voice thunderous, "You scoundrel! What have you done?"

The slap was charged with inner strength, heavy, causing Ethan's mouth to bleed. Wiping the blood from his lips, Ethan stared back malevolently, "What have I done? I've taken control, trampling you all underfoot!"

Hearing this, Asher burst out in rage, pointing at Ethan, "I knew it! You heartless beast, always up to no good!"

Asher then turned to Oliver, "Dad, take a good look. This is your chosen successor? He's going to ruin the Grimshaw legacy!"

Oliver was furious, "When did you start plotting this?"

It was clear that the involvement of Vivienne and Percival, acting on behalf of the government, indicated the gravity of the situation. The state feared that the entire ancient warrior lineage might be uprooted.

Ethan's conspiracy couldn't have been a recent development; otherwise, it wouldn't have attracted such national attention.

With a sinister smile, Ethan replied, "When did I start? It's been so long, I've forgotten. Probably around when I was ten."

"What?" Oliver frowned, then narrowed his eyes, "Back then, were you planning to replace me, or to kill me?"

Vivienne and Percival stood by nonchalantly, signaling Leopold and Thomas to halt, as the group quietly observed the unfolding drama.

Ethan's grin widened, hinting at malevolence, "Of course — to kill you!"

Oliver paused, then burst into laughter, "Ha! In my life, I've met all sorts of people, but I never expected to raise a wolf in sheep's clothing. You hid it well, even fooling me."

"If I hadn't hidden it well, would you have taught me your powers?" Ethan looked up, his eyes filled with intense hatred, "I groveled and flattered you, all to learn everything you knew, gain your approval, and take over the Grimshaw family."

He glanced around, his gaze settling on Asher, and sneered, "Once I take over the Grimshaw family, your days are numbered."

"You think you can kill me?" Oliver scoffed, "Don't flatter yourself. Despite everything I taught you, you're still a disappointment."

"Is that so?" Ethan retorted, swinging a heavy blow at Oliver, who dodged, "You've reached the fifth level!"

"I've been at the fifth level for a while. While I might not be able to kill you yet, injuring you severely is within my means."