The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 225

Upon seeing Vivienne preparing to leave, Percival furrowed his brows. "What's going on?"

"Vivienne found someone in the audience trying to sneak in with a knife and stopped them." Astrid relayed the situation to Percival with a tone of indignation. "But when Mila's daughter came out, she immediately accused Vivienne. She even said that Vivienne would taint this place!"

A shadow passed over Percival's stoic face, and his narrow, deep-set eyes swept over Mila. "Is that so?"

His voice was sparse and carried an ice-cold chill in it.

"Exactly!" Alfred chimed in. "Then Mila defended the knife-wielding fan, saying she likes such fans, and accused Vivienne of meddling."

"Oh, defending such fans?" Leopold, who had always been a staunch supporter of Vivienne, echoed their sentiments. "Aren't they afraid that the concert will be swarming with such crazy fans? Who would even want to attend?"

"If that's the case, it's better to not attend." Percival took Vivienne's hand as his gaze fiercely swept over Mila and Calista's faces before turning to leave with Vivienne. "So as not to taint your ears."

Calista's face turned a shade paler. She never knew Percival could be this ruthlessly blunt.

"Percival!" Mila's face darkened. "I am your elder! How can you speak like that?"

In her eyes, Percival would always be a pampered crippled who just happened to have power in Rivenwood. No matter how much Richard doted on him, she never really regarded him seriously.

So even though Percival could stand now and Richard had announced that he would be the next head of the Ellington family, Mila's perception of him never changed.

Percival responded with a cold hum, "Elder? Not everyone is suited to be my elder."

"Mr. Ellington." Calista, unable to hold back, stepped forward. "May I have a word with you?"

"Who are you?" Percival furrowed his brows. His cold eyes were devoid of any emotion, and his face was icy.

"I'm Calista, the head of TIC Research Institute!" Calista exclaimed in disbelief.

Percival was her institute's sponsor, so they had already met several times. Yet she was astounded that Percival had no recollection of her.

"I see." Percival vaguely remembered the name. "Calista".

The unfinished project left by his master was handed over to the TIC Research Institute for continuation. He had personally designated it.

Rather than remembering Calista's face, he had always focused more on the progress of the research project.

He glanced at Calista, his tone indifferent. "You've put on too much makeup. I didn't recognize you."

Leopold couldn't help but laugh out loud. If anyone could land such a cruel blow, it had to be Percival.