The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 434

The research data from the TCL Labs had been recovered, but Calista was MIA, and still, the experiments had to go on. This place had become too hot to handle.

The GTO had discovered their location, and who knew what Calista might reveal under pressure. There was no choice left but to torch the place.

The ongoing projects in the lab would have to be shelved for the time being.

After Percival and Vivienne stepped out of the lab, they made sure all the researchers were sent to a safe haven while they scouted for a new spot to restart their work.

On the drive back, Vivienne leaned against Percival's shoulder, her gaze heavy with thoughts that were her own.

Percival soothingly stroked her back without a word. He knew better than to interrupt Vivienne when she was deep in thought.

Suddenly, Percival's work phone buzzed with a message.

It was from employees at the Ellington Group.

[Mr. Ellington, Henry is demanding that all of Fiona's shares be transferred to his name.]

Vivienne's eyes narrowed slightly, "Your uncle sure can't sit still."

A cold smirk played on Percival's lips, "A mere jester."

Thomas glanced at the notification on the phone and said, "Percival, Henry has gone to the old family estate. Shall we head back?"

Percival gently pinched Vivienne's cheek, articulating every word, "Vivienne, what do you think?"

Her lips curved into a sly smile, "Of course we're going back. We've got a little surprise for them."

"Then let's go!" Percival's eyes twinkled with a mix of mischief and malice.

...

At the Ellington family estate.

Richard sat at the head of the table, watching his second son and his family wail before him.

"Dad, now that Fiona's been locked up and they won't tell us why, you have to take our side!" Heloise sobbed, her tears not entirely genuine, laced as they were with self-interest.

Henry, bandaged and hobbling, chimed in, "Right, Dad, with Fiona in custody, we don't know what the outcome will be. You can't just ignore this."

Jeffrey, not in the best of health himself, was brought in by Henry and Heloise. He half-collapsed on the couch, wailing pitifully.

Heloise let out a howl, "Dad, look at what Percival and Vivienne have reduced our family to. You can't let this go on; we need justice!"

Richard replied coolly, "Isn't it what you deserve?"

Henry looked at his father in disbelief, "Dad, what are you talking about? How can you say we deserve this?"

"Embarrassing Vivienne in public at my birthday bash and making a scene when I was ill. If you don't get a thrashing, who will?" Richard regarded them as if they were fools.

Henry muttered a curse under his breath. He should've known his father would side with Percival. It was clear that words wouldn't work; actions were needed.

Henry, comically adorned with a neck brace, presented a document to his father. "Dad, if you're not going to punish Percival, let's not dwell on it. Just sign this, and we'll be out of your hair."

Richard glanced at the document—a share transfer agreement.

They were after Fiona's shares.

"The company matters are Percival's call," Richard said, nonchalantly cleaning his ears.