The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 116

Midland Villa.

"Are you guys sure this Vivienne chick doesn't know jack about perfumery?" Elijah cast a doubtful glance at the Hawthorn family members standing in front of him. Not only was Arabella present, but Beatrice, Michael Hawthorn, and Joseph Hawthorn were all present too.

After the Hawthorn Group went belly-up, they were cornered by their creditors. They originally planned to lean on Dorian, but Elijah surprisingly popped up, cleared their debts, and even promised to help the Hawthorn Group rise from the ashes.

So now, they were all over Elijah with gratitude. They followed his orders to the letter.

Upon hearing his question, Beatrice rushed to shake her head and answer. "No way! Her mom might have known about perfumery, but she kicked the bucket when she was just nine. How much could she have taught her? She grew up in a convent, so there's no way she had a chance to learn about perfumery."

"Why would she challenge me then?" Elijah asked, looking puzzled.

"She must be relying on the perfume formula her mom left behind." Beatrice replied.

Elijah had the same thought, but he still asked, "Didn't you say the formula your third son gave you was the last one?"

"He said so, but I think that's bull." Beatrice scoffed. "Evelyn made eight perfume formulas when she was with the Hawthorn family. She's always been one to cover her bases, so why would she only leave one formula for my son? It's just that he refuses to cough it up!"

Even the one that he did was only given on the condition that they cut ties.

Thinking about the perfume formula in Dorian's possession made a hint of greed and coldness flash in Elijah's eyes.

He waved at the Hawthorn family. "Alright, take a hike."

"But Mr. Elijah, our company..." Beatrice hesitated to ask.

"I've told you that as long as you follow my lead, I guarantee the Hawthorn Group will rise again." Elijah dismissed Beatrice nonchalantly.

Beatrice pursed her lips in discontent but didn't dare say anything more and left with the other two.

"Arabella, stay." Elijah suddenly spoke up.

Arabella, who was already at the entrance, stiffened. She turned to Beatrice pleadingly. But all Beatrice whispered was, "Do whatever it takes to get on Elijah's good side. The future of the Hawthorn family, your future, might depend on him."

The Hawthorn Group was bankrupt. If Elijah hadn't publicly taken Arabella as his apprentice today, her reputation would have been toast.

Beatrice had always hoped to use Arabella's beauty and talent to gain a higher status or profit. But now, with Arabella like this, all plans and ambitions were moot. It was already a blessing that Elijah was interested in her.

After watching Beatrice and the others leave, Arabella bit her lower lip, unable to hide the hatred in her eyes.

"What? Not happy to stay with me?" Elijah sneered.

"No, not at all." Arabella quickly turned around and approached Elijah.

Of course, she wasn't happy. Although Elijah now had an extraordinary status, she still remembered how he had once groveled to win her over.

Even if Elijah was talented, he was still far from matching Percival.

She had always hoped to snatch Percival back from Vivienne. How could other men possibly catch her eye?

"Have you forgotten? If it weren't for me, you'd still be rotting in jail." Elijah squinted his eyes, pulling her onto the couch. "What's the matter? Am I not good enough for you?"

"No, it's not like that." Arabella was unhappy inside, but she plastered on a pleasing smile and softened her body against his. "You've been so good to me, and I haven't even had a chance to thank you yet."

"Ha! That's not what you said when you were rejecting me before." Elijah was instantly irked at the thought of his past unsuccessful pursuit of Arabella. His grip on her waist tightened.