The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Vivienne had watched the entire sequence of Dorian's arrest, from the moment he stepped into the

motel and into the room booked by Arabella to the moment he was taken away by the police. It was a

shame that the motel's cameras didn't capture what was happening inside the room.

She had watched the footage from the past few days over and over again, but other than Arabella

booking the room alone, she found no other suspicious figures or potential leads.

Unsatisfied, she hacked into every surveillance camera along Arabella's route to the motel, tracing all

the way back to the bustling East District's Urban Village.

Arabella had come from there, but the Urban Village was lacking in surveillance cameras. Most of them

were broken.

She thought for a moment and reviewed the surveillance footage around the area a day earlier. Then

she saw Arabella, barefoot and bruised, fleeing from the Urban Village to a bus stop.

The surveillance footage at the bus stop had been deleted.

Vivienne smirked as her fingers rapidly danced across the keyboard. The deleted footage from the bus

stop was quickly recovered.

She saw a man in a black suit whose face was obscured. Only his back was visible.

“This guy?” Percival frowned, staring at the man's figure in the video.

“Do you recognize him?” Vivienne raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure. The back looks somewhat familiar, but it’s hard to say without seeing his face,” replied

Percival.

Vivienne didn't say anything. She simply took a screenshot of the man's figure, edited the image, and

posted it on Twitter.

The caption was one word. “Running?”

As soon as she tweeted it, the comment section exploded with people leaving messages.

“Excuse me, Ms. Hawthorn, or should I say, Master Q. How does it feel knowing your father is a

rapist?”

“That figure doesn’t look like Percival. Is Vivienne implying she's cheating?”

“Are you sick? Your father is a rapist who almost raped your sister, and you still have time to post

pictures of men? Are you flirting?”

“Did the Ellington family call off the wedding because your father is a rapist, so you quickly found a new

man?”

Vivienne didn't pay attention to these internet trolls.

She kept an eye on her Twitter post, waiting for a response.

In less than three minutes, someone tried to hack her Twitter account and delete the photo.

Vivienne smirked as her slender fingers, once again, swiftly danced on her laptop.

Percival watched silently as Vivienne played a cat-and-mouse game with her opponent in the online

world. They were tracking and counter-tracking back and forth, like a war without gunfire.

The smile on her lips grew deeper.

This was the Vivienne he was fascinated by. She was full of spirit and unconstrained, as though she

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Finally, the other party was cornered. Vivienne had completely shattered their defenses.

At the rooftop private room of the Golden Club.

"Damn it!"

A handsome man watched as his laptop suddenly froze. The screen went black, leaving only Vivienne's

screenshot and one provocative word. “Running?”

He smashed his laptop, destroyed the motherboard, grabbed all his belongings, erased his traces, and

quickly left the Golden Club.

His hacking skills were top-notch. There were only a few in the world who could beat him, let alone

track him down so quickly.

Who was the other party?

Was it a helper hired by Vivienne?

He hadn't met such an impressive hacker in a long time. The last time he felt like this was against the

top hacker from the Dark Web, Shadow Wolf.

But as far as he knew, Shadow Wolf was elusive and hard to hire. He didn't think Vivienne could.

He didn't go far but hid in the shadows to observe. Sure enough, two groups of people rushed into the

Golden Club in the next second.

If he hadn't acted decisively and run as soon as he was located, he would have been cornered by now.

He disappeared into the dark corner of the street and walked away. Just as he was leaving, he felt his

cell phone vibrating in his pocket.

He picked up, and a voice full of authority and a hint of old age came through. "You shouldn't have left

a trace."

He was silent for a moment and then replied, "It’s just a silhouette."

He knew well that a person like him shouldn't leave any suspicious images. But the other party hired a

very skilled person. He was sure he had deleted and completely destroyed that segment of surveillance

footage, yet it was recovered.

"Couldn't delete it?" The person on the other end seemed to understand.

He remained silent.

The person on the other end chuckled. "It seems you've met your match. Good, stay in Havenwood

and flex your muscles."

He coldly responded, "Yes."

"Remember, don't lose." The man said, "You are my greatest creation. If you lose, you know the

consequences."

He hung up the phone, his pale face looking even more icy.

Of course, he knew the consequences. A failed creation could only be destroyed.

...

Bay Estates.

"He got away." Percival handed Vivienne a glass of water. He had sent a message to Leopold to catch

the man as soon as Vivienne located the man's address.

Unfortunately, the man had run too fast.

"It's okay." Vivienne, of course, knew he had escaped. As soon as she located him, she secretly

informed Draven.

She knew from the start that the man wouldn't be foolish enough to stay put and wait for them to come

for him. But the fact that his last location was the Golden Club, a place her men had thoroughly

investigated in their previous case, was a bit surprising.

Did he think that the most dangerous place was often the safest?

He was definitely nothing like the fool, Elijah.

"Let's have dinner." Percival pulled Vivienne up and led her towards the dining table.

Vivienne had only just realized that while she was wrestling with that one individual, Percival had

thoughtfully prepared a three-course meal and soup.

She looked at Percival, a bit taken aback, suddenly finding her fiancé to be quite a catch. Not only was

he helping her catch the culprit, he was also ensuring she didn't go hungry.

She felt touched. Having someone look after all the little things in life for you truly felt like a blessing.

However, the news that Draven relayed next wasn't as pleasing.

Someone was causing a ruckus at the entrance of Imperial Blossom Nursery, using the incident with

Dorian as an excuse. Cordelia and Thaddeus were nearly victims of an acid attack.

The police had been alerted, and the perpetrator was already in custody.

Upon hearing the news, Vivienne didn't get angry. Instead, she laughed.

She was certain this was the man's retaliation against her.

The smile on her lips grew deeper.

So, it begins?

Very well!