The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 983

Leopold froze, "Master?"

"Vivienne, if I call out for the master, will he come?"

Vivienne cast a glance at him, "You can't summon him by just calling. Don't you know how to ping someone?"

A spark lit in Leopold's eyes.

Right, he might not be able to summon the master, but his brothers could.

"I'll message them right now."

Excited, Leopold whipped out his phone, sending a voice message into the group chat.

"Brothers, anyone knows where the master is, send me his location quick. I desperately need the master's help, or my future happiness is doomed."

The group was silent...

Forget about the Martinez family losing face, at this moment, even the Sterling family would feel embarrassed.

How did he switch gears so smoothly?

No wonder the Martinez family felt so choked up.

Five minutes passed, then ten, with only Leopold's lone voice message lying in the chat.

Leopold felt like crying. Why did it seem like when he was in trouble, no one cared?

"Vivienne..."

Vivienne, feeling a headache coming on, took Leopold's phone and sent a 3-second voice message into the group, "Leopold's fiancée has been taken. We need the master to show up!"

The moment her message was sent, the chat exploded.

Jerry: "Who's got a death wish, messing with our Leopold?"

Daniel: "Vivienne, what are you doing at Leopold's? And since when did Leopold have a fiancée?"

Eric: "Daniel, focus. Leopold's in trouble and needs help. Vivienne, I haven't been in touch with the master lately, but he mentioned he'd be staying at Rivenwood for a while."

The chat buzzed with activity as the brothers coordinated a response.

Larry: "Don't hang up, tracing his location now."

Gary: "Leopold, you're getting married and didn't even drop us a hint, only told Vivienne?"

Leopold: "Brothers, I swear I didn't mean to keep it from you. It all happened so suddenly, and I couldn't handle it alone. I'm grateful for your help."

Larry: "Found him. He's at a temple up in Rivenwood."

Vivienne, taking charge, declared, "Tell him if he's not at the Martinez estate within half an hour, we're dividing his treasures into ten parts."

The brothers acknowledged the plan.

Ten minutes later, Leopold received a call.

Shocked for a moment, he said, "Vivienne, the master himself called me."

Hearing their exchange, Godfrey, who was sitting nearby, suddenly remembered the connection between the two. Vivienne was the granddaughter of the South Hill family, and Finnian was well-acquainted with them.

"Look at me, almost forgetting. Ms. Hawthorn and Finnian should know each other."

Vivienne chimed in with a smile, "Met a few times, not very familiar?"

Finnian thought, Not familiar? You treat my treasures as if they're your own backyard veggies?

Not familiar? You had me pressing handprints as if lending you a grand was like borrowing eighty million...

Considering the few heirlooms he had left to pass down, he'd just have to bear it.

Sensing the tension between the two, Godfrey didn't probe further. Just then, a servant came in with tea, and he seized the opportunity to change the subject. "So, Kellan, what brings you here today?"

Kellan squinted his eyes. They were all cunning as centuries-old foxes, no point in pretending.

"Godfrey, I'm laying it all out today. My grandson might be a bit clueless when it comes to understanding girls, but we've watched these kids grow up together. Why not give them a chance?"

Godfrey's face tightened, a mix of frustration and annoyance bubbling inside him.

A chance?

Hadn't they given enough chances over the past twenty years?

Just because their grandson was in the picture, they thought they could play dumb?

If word got out, the Martinez family could have their pick of the litter. Why should they settle for their clueless boy?