The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 287

She pried open his mouth, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained with a deadly poison.

When Matthew caught the man, the first thing he did was remove all traces of poison from his mouth, preventing any chance of him committing suicide.

But he hadn't expected the man to be so thoroughly prepared. The man had left himself no room for survival when he realized that he had no chance to escape.

Vivienne fed him a life-saving pill and pulled out a silver needle to seal his key pressure points. "Matthew, keep an eye on him while I research the antidote." She said coldly.

The poison he'd ingested was extremely potent. It was nearly as potent as her own concoction, shadow venom. She could neutralize it, but she needed a few specific herbs. And herbs were exactly what she lacked at the moment.

The man had stopped breathing momentarily, but since Vivienne had already fed him a life-saving pill and sealed his heart meridian with a silver needle, it wouldn't be that easy for him to die. Extracting information from him, however, would take some time.

Vivienne's expression darkened as she thought about this.

"It's alright." Percival wrapped his arm around her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "At least now we know that I’m their target."

"These people are going too far." Vivienne’s gloom had not faded in the slightest.

"Are you worried about me?" Percival asked. He chuckled after noticing how angry she really was. "I never thought you would be the one to protect me."

"You're my fiancé." Vivienne grabbed his collar and pulled him close.

Upon seeing her serious expression, Percival couldn't help but smile and pull her closer into his arms.

"You're right, Vivienne," he said, "but I can't always be just your fiancé, can I? When can I become your husband?"

He'd already half-tricked and half-begged Dorian into agreeing. As long as Vivienne agreed to marry him, he could register their marriage as soon as the date arrived.

"We'll see." Vivienne didn’t intend to give in just yet. She played with the silver needle hidden up her sleeve. "If I'm not satisfied with you, a single needle can solve the problem."

Percival whispered in her ear, "Vivienne, are you planning to murder your husband?"

Matthew watched from the side, suddenly understanding how Leopold must feel when he's around them. These two could be so sweet and indulgent to each other that they completely ignored the presence of others.

"Vivienne." He coughed lightly, reminding them of his presence. "Do we need to continue investigating this matter?"

Vivienne snapped back to reality and pushed Percival away. "Yes."

Since the attackers had made their move, they wouldn't stop until they reached their goal. They needed to act first and clear out any unnecessary obstacles.

"I'll have other disciples assist you." Vivienne took out her phone and quickly typed out a few messages. "This villa will be your temporary base. Without my orders, don't act rashly."

Matthew nodded. "Understood."

"What about the Ellington family?" Vivienne asked, looking at Percival.

There was a cold smile on Percival's face. "It seems like someone's getting impatient."

Just as he was "recovering," someone made a move on him. They underestimated him.

"I'll have someone keep an eye on the Ellington family." Percival’s eyes were deep and unreadable as he said this.

Vivienne looked at him. "Do you already have an answer in your mind?"

Percival didn't answer immediately, only saying, "I still need evidence."

He never fought a battle he wasn't sure he could win. Now that they attacked him, they would have to pay severely for their actions.

After leaving the man in the basement for Matthew to deal with, Percival took Vivienne back to the Brooks Mansion.

It was already eleven o'clock at night when she got home. Most people were already asleep, so the mansion was quiet.

"Miss, the master asked you to visit his study." A servant told her.

Vivienne didn't expect Scott to be awake at this hour, but she still went to his study as requested.