The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 927

In front of Dorian and Cordelia, Vivienne bit back her frustration, bid them farewell, and headed downstairs.

Downstairs, Arthur positioned himself in front of Percival, “You take shotgun, I’ll sit in the back with Vivienne.”

He wanted to be right there, cozying up with his precious daughter in front of him.

Like he was blind to it all.

Percival lifted his finger, his gaze shifting to the vehicle adorned with the emblem of the Linklater family, “This one’s mine, yours is over there.”

Arthur retorted with all the righteousness he could muster, “Who said I drove here? I don’t recognize that car!”

Leopold couldn’t hold back his laughter.

By heavens, if his brothers could see this, they would find it utterly satisfying.

Finally, someone could put Percival, the tough nut, in his place in front of Vivienne.

Vivienne wondered if she could just drive herself home.

The Linklater family.

In the brightly lit hall, Sasha was lounging on the sofa, flipping through an ancient tome.

Seeing her husband and daughter return, her eyes softened with warmth.

“Back already.”

Arthur approached, lifted her in a twirl, and planted a kiss on her, “Honey, you wouldn’t believe how profitable this trip was, all thanks to your advice.”

Sasha returned the kiss and affectionately stroked Arthur’s head, “Told you, just needed the right direction, and success was guaranteed.”

Arthur’s eyes sparkled with more to say, but Sasha’s finger on his lips stopped him.

“Your daughter’s right here.”

Vivienne scoffed, picking a chair to sit, “Oh, so you remember you have a daughter. Thought you’d blocked me out.”

Arthur tried to explain, but Sasha stopped him.

Seeing her mother act this way, Vivienne felt a surge of frustration. She knew her mom was head over heels, but this was another level.

“It was you who sent him to the Brooks family.”

Sasha nodded, “Frost, your dad really wants to bridge the gap. He knows he owes you a lot over the years and wants to make amends, just needs you to give him a chance.”

Vivienne narrowed her eyes, “I’m not falling for that!”

Arthur panicked, fearing another argument, “Honey, daughter, this is on me…”

“Shut it, you don’t get a say!”

Both women spoke in unison.

Arthur, “…”

Not wanting to argue with Sasha right then, Vivienne headed upstairs.

Arthur was even more anxious, but Sasha spoke calmly, “I’ve got leads on what you asked me to check.”

Vivienne paused, her voice tinged with resignation, “Just don’t blow up the kitchen, do whatever.”

In the morning, it seemed like a tough task requiring time. By evening, there were leads.

Clearly, it was a trap set for her, the daughter, to fall into.

Truly her mother, having a husband meant forgetting her daughter.

Arthur, puzzled, “Honey, does this mean our daughter agrees to eat what I cook?”

Sasha’s lips curved, taking Arthur’s hand, “With me here, try all one hundred of your tricks to woo our daughter. If one doesn’t work, we have ninety-nine others. She’ll come around eventually.”

Arthur nodded vigorously, moved, “Honey, you’re the best.”

The next day.