The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 989

Stepping into the elevator, Vivienne glanced at the antique locket glinting with a soft golden hue in her hand before slipping it into her pocket. The piece meant little to her personally, but for Cordelia's family, it might hold significant value.

Vivienne headed downstairs, coincidentally bumping into Dorian, who had just returned.

Spotting Vivienne, Dorian hastened his steps, waving excitedly. "Vivienne!"

With a smile, Vivienne greeted back, "Dorian, back so early?"

Setting his briefcase aside, Dorian shared, "Cordelia called me at noon, mentioned you dropped by. Figured I’d head home early since the office was slow today."

Vivienne always knew Dorian cared deeply for her, but it still warmed her heart to feel it afresh.

"How’s the company doing, Dorian?"

Dorian, eager to discuss, mentioned, "Actually, we’re planning to launch a new product before the year ends, alongside our classic range. It should help us better integrate into the local market. What do you think?"

Dorian was always full of ideas when it came to the business.

Though he often discussed these matters with Cordelia, Vivienne, being a significant investor, had a unique perspective.

Dorian hoped for Vivienne's approval on these strategic decisions.

Vivienne reassured him with a smile, "You're more than capable of making these decisions, Dorian."

Relieved, Dorian then remembered the purpose of Vivienne's visit. "Oh, right, Vivienne. You came to check on Flynn, didn’t you?"

"I heard from Cordelia about the poor kid. He’s family, after all. We should help when we can."

Vivienne pursed her lips, asking, "Dorian, how long has it been since Cordelia saw her sister?"

Dorian paused, then replied, "Years, really. She wasn’t too supportive of our marriage, so we lost touch after tying the knot. Heard she moved away, haven’t seen her since."

Realizing the gravity of his words, Dorian looked around and whispered, "Vivienne, is there a problem?"

Vivienne knew his concern stemmed from a past incident that had left Dorian quite shaken.

But she wasn’t sure yet if there was cause for alarm, especially if Cordelia hadn't noticed anything amiss.

Moreover, Flynn's illness seemed genuine, beyond any doubt.

She shook her head to ease Dorian's fears, "Just thought it curious, given how different she seems from Cordelia and that you never mentioned her before."

Dorian, relieved by her explanation, shared more about Cordelia's family dynamics, highlighting the differences in temperament within the family.

Vivienne decided it was time to leave, "Dorian, I've told Cordelia I'll be around more often to treat the child."

Dorian appreciated her commitment, "Thanks, Vivienne. Drive safe."

Once in her car, Vivienne made a call to Draven, "Check if someone’s been trying to get close to the Brooks family in Havenwood. Look into this Delilah too."

Her instincts urged caution, especially with Abigail still at large and Dorian and Cordelia's safety her top concern.

Returning home, Vivienne was greeted by the comforting sight of lights on and the aroma of dinner.

Mr. Wolf, or Percival as he was known, had returned.

Hearing her arrive, Percival called out from the kitchen, holding a cake mold, "Just a bit longer, the cake’s almost ready."

After washing up, Vivienne sat at the kitchen bar, watching Percival meticulously spread frosting on a strawberry cheesecake, feeling utterly content.

"Mr. Wolf, you didn’t have to rush cooking dinner for me."

Vivienne looked at him curiously, “Who?”

“Leopold!” Percival said calmly, “He’s got the physical skills and can chat up anyone from an eighty-year-old grandma to a three-year-old kid. There’s no one he can’t talk to.”

Vivienne narrowed her eyes, considering the option but also concerned about dragging someone injured into this, “His injuries…”

“Injuries?”

Percival chuckled, “Remember at the Martinez family gathering? Did that stop him from being his usual self?”

Vivienne laughed, realizing indeed, having Leopold with the Brooks family would set her mind at ease.

Especially since Leopold got along well with Cordelia, even if he stayed there long-term, it wouldn’t raise any suspicions.

Meanwhile, at the Sterling household.

Leopold was in the midst of dinner when he suddenly sneezed loudly onto the table.

As Kellan and Douglas were discussing a marriage arrangement, they halted, “…”

Kellan’s eye roll could almost be felt physically as he tapped Leopold’s head with his silverware, “Acting so carefree when you’re about to settle down, are you trying to kill me with frustration?”

Leopold winced, holding his head, “Grandpa, it wasn’t on purpose. They say a sneeze means someone’s thinking about you. Maybe Griffin’s got me on her mind!”

At the mention of Griffin, Kellan’s mood softened, “You better make yourself useful around the Martinez estate these days. Know what to bring over. If Griffin feels slighted in any way, I’ll break your legs myself.”

Leopold, “…”

Grandpa, my legs are practically there already.