The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 387

Aaron and the team slipped on their headsets, and within moments, their morale soared to its zenith.

Vivienne nodded in approval. This was what a true E-sports team looked like, not a group lost in blame and self-doubt.

...

Meanwhile, at the Ellington residence.

"Bro, you're my flesh and blood. We share half the same genes; that makes us practically brothers from another mother!

Come on, bro, this tournament means the world to me. Please help me out!

After this, I'll do anything you ask, my awesome big brother!"

Percival's night was haunted by endless pleas of "bro," as if the whole world was seen through a 'great big brother' filter.

Growing weary of the incessant nagging, Richard finally said, "You're not busy. Just go take a look and give me a break."

Yet Percival remained immovable, feigning deafness.

After wrapping up some business affairs, he glanced at his phone.

Why had Vivienne not replied yet at this late hour?

His long fingers danced over the screen as he typed a message with his usual aloofness, [Vivienne, I miss you.]

"Bro, just look at me, please!"

Kenneth's wails finally drew Percival's attention, and there he was, Kenneth, rolling on the floor in a full-blown tantrum.

Percival was speechless.

Had he mastered the art of cajoling to perfection?

What happened to the distant young man of usual days?

Had he been possessed?

"Get up," Percival commanded with a furrowed brow.

Like a bullet, Kenneth was at Percival's side the next moment, clinging to his leg. "I won't get up unless you agree!"

A sly smile played on Percival's lips. "Are you threatening me?"

Kenneth shivered, immediately transforming into a masseuse, kneading Percival's legs with servile devotion. "No, no, just talking nonsense. How could I dare threaten my wonderful big brother?"

Mid-conversation, Percival finally received the long-awaited reply.

[Busy, Mr. Wolf. Take your time missing me.]

A map link popped up immediately after.

Centurial E-sport Hotel?

Percival tapped Kenneth with his foot, "Where did you say your tournament is being held?"

"Centurial E-sport Hotel, the one owned by our family. You mean you'll come, bro?" Kenneth's eyes sparkled.

A smile curled on Percival's lips, a flicker of interest in his eyes. "Yes, suddenly I'm intrigued."

...

The World Championship Cup for E-sports proceeded as scheduled.

In the qualifiers, teams drew lots to decide their opponents, competing for points within their groups.

Hawk drew a formidable opponent for the first match—RED, a renowned team from Runic Country.

"The word is RED's starting player is a rookie promoted this year, suspected of hiding his true skills. But even a rookie should not be underestimated. We're representing our country; we can't afford to lose the first match, got it?"

In the locker room, Bennett stood before the ready team, delivering his speech.

Off to the side, Vivienne was busy replying to Percival's message.

[Yep, hanging with four hotties.]

On the other end, Percival's response was terse.