The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 981

Percival found a fedora and a pair of sunglasses amidst a pile of men’s clothing.

To the average Joe, these items might seem like mere accessories.

But for a man capable of disguising himself without detection, they were overkill.

He pointed them out to Vivienne.

At first, Vivienne was taken aback, but she quickly caught on to Mr. Wolf’s implication and scoffed, “She thinks these items are worthless to us, little did she know we’d uncover her Achilles' heel.”

The hat, the sunglasses, and this basement.

It all confirmed one thing.

Abigail, severely injured, was photophobic.

Hence, whether it was her hiding spots or the timing of her attacks on solitary women, they all had to be in the dark.

Vivienne stood up to leave, “Looks like I need to have another chat with the old man.”

On her way, Vivienne took out her cell phone and called Finnian, only to be immediately hung up on.

Raising an eyebrow, she tried again.

Still hung up.

With a smirk, she decided against calling again and sent a text instead, “I’m on my way to the Perez’s, will be there in twenty minutes.”

Two seconds later, her phone rang.

Finnian’s voice came through, feigning indifference, “Who said I’m at the Perez’s? I’m not their nanny. Just because the kids got better doesn’t mean I can’t go back to my own place!”

“You little brat, you just want to see me, but you're out of luck.”

Vivienne laughed, her tone nonchalant, “Is that so? I just got a wild Heavenly-Snow Lotus, thought I’d let the master take a look. But if you’re not there, then forget it.”

Finnian snorted, “Don’t try to fool me with that, I don’t believe it.”

Vivienne calmly replied, “Suit yourself. It’s useless to me anyway. Might as well give it to grandpa Perez for his tea.”

“You…”

Finnian was clearly irritated, “You’re wasting such a treasure on that old man’s tea, are you trying to kill me?”

Vivienne played innocent, “You were the one who said you weren’t at the Perez’s, so I can only give it to grandpa now.”

Caught off guard, Finnian quickly changed the subject, “I, I just had to rush back to the Emerald Monastery for something urgent. What do you want?”

Vivienne got straight to the point, “About that story you told me last time, I think it’s worth digging deeper into.”

“Just that?”

“Alright, I’ll be heading back to the mountains anyway. I’ll see if I can find any ancient tomes about it there.”

After hanging up, Vivienne looked out the window, seemingly unaffected by the previous conversation.

Percival asked, “Master went back to the Emerald Mountain?”

Vivienne chuckled, “He hasn’t even left Rivenwood. Emerald Mountain is just a smokescreen.”

Percival raised an eyebrow, “So, this is?”

Vivienne huffed, “Clearly, he’s throwing a tantrum. All this fuss over an agarwood bracelet, the old man is getting stingier with age.”

Percival, “...What about the Heavenly-Snow Lotus you got for master Tristan?”

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, “I’ll just say it spoiled while waiting for him and throw it away.”

Percival, “...”

For a mentor and disciple, they sure talk straightforwardly.

Returning home, they coincidentally ran into Cecilia, who had come to visit with Isolde.

Vivienne had no objections to her mother-in-law's visit.

However, the gifts were indeed quite straightforward.

Looking at the table full of herbal packages for strengthening tonic soup.

The silence was deafening.