The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 961

Robbie eyed him with suspicion, "You're not gonna fight me for the Wright inheritance?"

Robbie smirked coldly, "What I've always wanted isn't the Wright fortune, but all of you."

Robbie squinted, "What do you mean?"

"Do you know how Dad really died?"

Colin's tone was casual, but Robbie's eyes reddened at his words, "Colin, what are you trying to say?"

Ignoring Robbie's anger, Colin calmly laid out the truth.

"You all think Dad died in a car crash fleeing the pressure from Grandpa, choosing love over the Wright legacy. But what if I told you, Dad actually took his own life!"

Robbie's face went pale, "You're talking nonsense!"

"Dad was driven to his death by your mom, that woman. If it hadn't been for her, Dad wouldn't have died, my mom wouldn't have been driven to suicide, and the entire Wright legacy would have been mine. All of this is on you."

After having enough of Robbie's hysteria, Colin decided not to reveal the whole truth.

Sometimes, the less you know, the more it leads to speculation.

Brushing off nonexistent dust, he planned to leave, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. I came here just to tell you that you think Grandpa can't do without you, but in reality, you're just paving the way for Winston."

"Stop right there!"

Robbie, unwilling to accept this, couldn't believe Grandpa would entrust the vast Wright legacy to a kid, "You're saying Grandpa values Winston more?"

Colin laughed, his gaze cold as it landed on Robbie's incredulous face, a sense of triumph surging within him, "Exactly, but even Winston is just the same."

"In his eyes, we're all just pawns."

Pawns meant to follow orders!

As Colin left the manor, heading back, the butler's voice echoed, "The old man said just to deliver the items and not to meddle in anything else."

Colin slipped behind a wall, watching as several people made their way deeper into the manor.

Their target wasn't Robbie.

With a smirk, Colin circumvented them and left the premises.

The next day.

At the Linklater residence.

Vivienne received an anonymous message early in the morning, "Robbie is trapped; the old man has brought someone back, identity unknown."

Vivienne squinted, calling Draven, "Shift the focus to Hunter alone, including his movements these past few days."

Draven acknowledged, sending over the gathered info to Vivienne.

After a quick review, Vivienne texted Matthew, "Make the Wrights go bankrupt without leaving traces."

Downstairs.

Arthur and Sasha were head to head, sitting at a low table preparing the invitations for Vivienne's wedding.

Between the two families and the Perez side, there were just too many people to invite.

Piles of invitations stacked beside their feet.

Vivienne walked over, seeing them frantic over writing names, feeling a sense of déjà vu.

This scene felt oddly familiar.

Curiously, she asked, "Mom, isn't the wedding a bit away? Why the rush?"

Sasha, overwhelmed by the list of names, nearly snapped at Vivienne's nonchalant remark.

"How can you say it's far? Have you even checked the date today?"

Vivienne: "The 12th."

Sasha, speechless, "Your wedding is on the 18th."

Vivienne, "...Wasn't it supposed to be at the end of the month?"

Arthur seriously added, "Dear, we can't just change the date. When we picked it, your mom and I made sure it was a good day in both the lunar and Gregorian calendars. Even the heavens agree it's a perfect day for a wedding."