The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 293

"Got nothing better to do?" Percival raised an eyebrow. His voice was colder than his expression as he calmly asked, "Wasn't your last bout of training enough for you?"

Leopold fell silent.

A grave resentment washed over his face. "Percival! Be human for once!"

Last time's intense training session almost skinned him alive. He didn't know how he managed to crawl out of that hellish place.

"What did you say?" Percival looked at him as a twinkle of amusement flashed in his eyes.

He was not human?

Excellent!

Leopold’s knees immediately buckled. He almost fell to the ground. "I was wrong! I helped you drive away the disciples last time. Even though they’re still bothering you, I did put in the effort!"

Percival gave him a look, and he immediately scampered off.

"I'm going! I'm going right now!" Leopold yelled.

After Leopold closed the car door and dashed off, the car's ambiance lost its charm.

Vivienne leaned back in her seat, changing the subject. "I found surveillance cameras and a peculiar safe in Scott's study."

Percival furrowed his brows. "Do you think there's something related to your mother in that safe?"

"There are too many cameras around it. If it's not important, he wouldn't be so cautious." Vivienne's intuition told her that Scott was hiding something.

Percival remained silent for a moment. "Do you need my help?" He offered after a long pause.

Vivienne shook her head. "No, I can handle it myself. Your involvement might arouse his suspicion."

If Scott was more complex than he appeared, any disturbance could alert him.

There was a high chance that her intrusion into Scott's room had already been noticed.

"Alright." Percival didn't probe further. "Let me know if you need help."

He would do anything for Vivienne.

But his young lady was always so independent. It seemed like she never needed him.

All he had to do was silently support her from behind.

"Okay." Vivienne agreed. "Take me home."

Percival nodded, opened the car door, and moved to the driver's seat.

He glanced at Leopold, who was sulking not far away. A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth as he fired up the engine.

"Hey? Percival!" Leopold looked up just in time to see Percival drive away.

He tried to catch up, but the car was too fast. His two legs couldn't outrun four wheels.

In no time, Percival's car had disappeared from sight.

"Darn it!" Leopold muttered, "What kind of man holds grudges like a woman?"

As he finished his complaint, his phone buzzed.

It was a call from Percival.

He picked up, and before he could speak, Percival's voice came through. "Did you just curse me?"

Leopold shivered. He quickly scanned his surroundings and whispered, "Where are you, Percival?"

"I'm above you." Percival's voice was unusually slow and steady.

Leopold looked up but saw nothing.

Could there be a ghost?

"Percival, stop messing around!" Leopold looked like he was about to cry.

"I suggest you eat more garlic to ward off evil spirits." Percival continued in his languid tone, sounding like a ghostly whisper in the dead of the night.

Leopold was dumbfounded.