The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 379

Out in the suburbs, nestled among the rolling green hills, stood a grand villa. Rowan and Ismene, disguised as the Dorian and Cordelia, hurried to the place, urgency etched on their faces.

Inside the living room, Mr. B lounged on a plush sofa, a glass of fine red wine in hand, his silver mask catching the light and shimmering mysteriously.

Exchanging a quick, knowing glance, Rowan and Ismene approached. "Mr. B."

Mr. B’s eyes lifted slightly, offering them a cursory glance. "It's been a while. Still no sign of the potion?"

"Ever since Vivienne's probing last time, we've been cautious about making our next move. We've mentioned the potion to her, but she's tight-lipped," Rowan said, trying to maintain composure. "Ismene and I have been busy setting up a fragrance company. It's starting to take shape. Yesterday, Vivienne handed over the perfume formula."

Following Vivienne's instructions, they had been staying with the Brooks, but their presence was to be minimal.

They were mostly outside, occupied with the company's business.

They had to proceed with the company as planned to avoid arousing Mr. B's suspicions, which naturally slowed progress.

Lately, Vivienne had them stay at the company they were supposedly setting up, and they had been nearly absent from the Brooks Mansion for about a month.

Their occasional visits were brief, with little conversation, and they left soon after meals.

During this time, Mr. B had not reached out to them at all.

They were anxious to resolve this matter and get the antidote for the poison coursing through their veins. The excruciating pain when the poison flared was unbearable. They needed to conclude this business and secure the antidote soon.

Therefore, Rowan had repeatedly asked Vivienne whether they should contact Mr. B to find his whereabouts.

But Vivienne had told them it was unnecessary; she had her plans.

So, they could only wait.

Recently, Mr. B had suddenly sent a message summoning them, and after informing Vivienne, they were allowed to come.

"Really?" Mr. B raised an eyebrow. "You've secured the perfume formula?"

"Yes." Rowan handed over the formula Vivienne had given him. "Take a look. Does this contain the components of the potion?"

Mr. B took the formula, glanced at it, and suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he stood up abruptly, shock written all over his face!

Rowan inquired cautiously, noting his reaction, "Mr. B? Is there a problem with the formula?"

He was only responsible for the disguise and acquiring the potion.

However, he was not clear on the actual components of the potion.

As for what Vivienne had given him, he was even more in the dark.

Seeing Mr. B's reaction, he was puzzled and feared that Vivienne might be setting him up to be eliminated by Mr. B.

"No problem!" Mr. B stated firmly, "This is the potion!"

"What?" Both Rowan and Ismene were stunned.

This was the real potion?

No way!

Was Vivienne not supposed to capture Mr. B?

Why would she give him the real potion?

Rowan felt confused and overwhelmed.

Quickly regaining his composure, he covered his emotions and said, "It seems Vivienne’s mother actually included the potion components in the perfume formula. Had we known, we would have disguised ourselves and come earlier to acquire the potion smoothly."

Mr. B's gaze was inscrutable, and after a moment, he asked, "How are Dorian and Cordelia?"

"They're under Quincy's watch, and everything appears normal," Rowan replied.

"Once you deal with them, withdraw from the Brooks family," Mr. B ordered coldly.

Besides attending to Judith's cremation, no one from the Brooks family had stepped outside.

In the somber drawing room of the Brooks family estate, the air was heavy with tension.

At the head of the room sat Baron, patriarch of the Brooks clan, his presence as rigid and commanding as his posture.

His sons, Scott and Timothy, sat on either side of him while the younger generation sat in less prominent seats.

With a calm glance over his kin, Baron's voice broke the silence. "Effective immediately, Scott will be relieved of his duties as head of the family business. I shall take the reins. Cheryl will handle the household affairs. Timothy and Ronald, you two are responsible for keeping the company staff in line.

Kala, I'm afraid your career in show business is over. You might as well come back to the business and help your father and brother with the company's affairs."

At this, Kala protested, "Grandpa! Acting is my passion, my love. I don't want to give it up. Even if the glory days are behind me, I'd be happy to play just a minor role."

Baron was silent for a moment before responding, "You are my eldest granddaughter, and I have always supported you in whatever you choose to do. However, the backlash from this incident has been severe. We're not even talking about your acting career; the settlement alone might be more than the Brooks family can handle right now."

Kala pressed her lips together, choosing silence.

Over the years, through her hard work, she had won prestigious awards and earned a considerable fortune.

As a celebrated actress, endorsements and gigs had come to her in waves.

Her schedule was booked solid through to the end of the following year.

While abundant resources were a boon, a fall from grace meant a more significant loss.

The money she had earned was nowhere near enough to cover the settlements.

And with the family company's stock plummeting and numerous partners severing ties, the Brooks family was in a crisis of their own.

She was at a loss for what to do next.

Then, a cool, detached voice unexpectedly filled the room, "I've settled your breach of contract penalty. You can continue to pursue what you love."