The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 292

Jerry and other seven disciples stood at the door, gaping at the scene before them as their temper flared to the point of explosion.

That bloody scoundrel!

He dared to take advantage of Vivienne!

Did he think they were pushovers?!

Percival's eyes flickered slightly. His long fingers were still draped over Vivienne's shoulder as he leaned back in his chair with a lazy air. "Didn't your parents teach you to knock before entering someone else's room?"

His eyebrows lifted slowly as a cold chill emanated from his eyes. "Or did they fail to teach you not to disturb a resting patient?"

Old man Richard must have been exhausted. He was in a deep sleep.

If these men disturbed his rest, Percival would give them a lesson they wouldn't forget.

The eight men froze.

They had just arrived, and upon seeing Percival kiss Vivienne as soon as they stepped through the door, they lost control of their anger, and their voices involuntarily grew louder.

They felt somewhat guilty for disturbing Richard's rest.

But after noticing that Percival's hand was still on Vivienne, any semblance of guilt evaporated.

"Remove your hand from Vivienne." Daniel threatened him as his fists clenched and cracking knuckle sounds echoed in the room. He squinted, radiating a looming danger.

He hadn't thrown a punch in years, and he didn't mind practicing on Percival.

The others were also ready to jump in; their anger was boiling. "Still not letting go? Are you asking for trouble?"

Despite their fury, they lowered their voices so as not to disturb Richard.

Percival's eyes flickered. His grip on Vivienne tightened, and his jaw clenched. "What? Was the lesson your fathers gave you last time not enough?"

The faces of the eight men changed all at once.

Before they could react, Percival pulled out his phone, ready to make a call.

Daniel was furious. "Percival! Are you a man or not? Why are you always running to tattle? If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one! I'll knock your teeth out!" He growled.

He despised men who laid hands on Vivienne and those who tattled.

Percival was both!

Percival's lips curled up into a smirk, and his tone remained calm and dignified. "Vivienne taught me to be civilized, and I prefer to solve problems in a civilized manner."

With that, he dialed a number.

Larry fell silent.

He was such a bastard!

"Wait." Vivienne, who had been quietly watching, suddenly spoke.

Larry, with his chin held high, glared defiantly at Percival.

So what if he was engaged to Vivienne?

Her disciples were still her priority.

"Vivienne…" Percival looked aggrieved.

"I have a question." Vivienne said.

"Larry." Vivienne looked up. "I remember you have a special tool for opening safes."

Larry laughed heartily at this. "Of course, Vivienne. Do you need it?"

Vivienne nodded.

"Then I'll have someone bring it over right now."

As he finished his call for the special tool, Vivienne nodded contentedly and turned to Percival. "You can kick them out now."

Percival was dumbfounded.

She discarded them without hesitation the moment she was done.

That was so Vivienne.

But he liked it!

Her eight disciples were shocked.

Why was Vivienne doing this?!

Mr. Wolf was no less attractive than the naked men in the photos.

He had beautiful pectoral lines and firm abs.

The more Vivienne touched, the faster her heart beat. She looked up to meet Percival's fiery gaze as her ears turned a blinding red.

She wanted to pounce on Mr. Wolf again. What should she do?

To pounce or not to pounce?

Urgent advice was needed.

The temperature in the car rose bit by bit, and their distance gradually shortened.

"Percival!"

Just as Vivienne and Percival were about to get intimate, Leopold yanked the car door open. "I wish you'd told me you were out of the ward..."

He halted mid-sentence as he took in the scene before him, frozen in shock.

What on earth was he seeing?!

Vivienne's hand was resting on Percival's chest.

Percival's face darkened to an alarming degree as his cold gaze fixed on Leopold. "What?"

Leopold snapped back to reality, stammering, "Nothing, nothing, go on, go on!"

He was just wrapping up some errands. He called Percival to check if they were ready to leave when he was done.

But when Percival didn't answer, he headed to Richard's room, only to find out they had already left.

So here he was at the parking lot, noticing the silhouette in the car. From outside, he could see there was someone inside but couldn't make out what they were doing. So, without a second thought, he opened the door.

Who would've thought that in broad daylight, Percival and Vivienne would be involved in such an act, right inside the car?

Percival sure didn't regard him as an outsider. Didn't he know Leopold was one of Vivienne's sworn disciples?

He had sworn to protect her from any man's touch. He wanted to fulfill his vow of crippling any man who dared lay a finger on Vivienne right now!

But damn it, he couldn’t!