The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 517

The scene was utter chaos. Gillian did not even see who yanked her away, and Patrick was besieged by a mob of angry parents demanding explanations.

Even the Boyds were not spared, with numerous hot-headed lads demanding to know why their sweethearts were suddenly engaged to someone else.

Amid the turmoil, Vivienne and Percival exchanged a knowing glance and could not help but chuckle.

Vivienne turned her head to Percival with a smile, "Mr. Wolf, is it just me, or do our engagement parties always seem to end in a ruckus?"

Percival took Vivienne's hand, and they walked down from the stage side by side, "It seems the heavens are telling us we should marry sooner rather than later."

Vivienne rested her head on Percival's shoulder. "Is the betrothal gifts ready?"

Percival lightly tapped her nose. "Don't worry, you've got me, lock, stock, and barrel!"

Patrick had to fight through the crowd to rescue Gillian from those who had lost their senses, and with the help of the bodyguards, they made it to the safety of the parking lot and away from the scene.

Safety, however, was a relative term. Gillian's face bore the marks of slaps, her princess-like coiffure was a tangled mess resembling a bird's nest, and her gown took the prints of several shoes, clear evidence of being trampled on.

Gillian had never imagined such a scenario. Although she had many men around her, none were boyfriends, and any talk of love or affection was just lip service.

She had them all under her thumb and had even fabricated excuses to prevent them from attending the engagement party with their parents.

How on earth did they all end up here?

And that video - who dug it out?

It was just a night at the bar playing games with some good-looking guys. How did it come to this?

"It had to be that Vivienne behind this. Dad, I swear I'll destroy her!" Gillian shouted at the top of her lungs.

Patrick looked at his daughter and, in a fit of rage, slapped her across the face. His eyes were sharp as a hawk's.

"Dad... You hit me?" Gillian looked at Patrick in disbelief.

Patrick had never hit her before, not even a poke, let alone a slap...

"That's right, I hit you!" Patrick's face turned red with anger. "Tell me, who exactly is this Vivienne?"

He saw a striking resemblance.

When he got a clear look at Vivienne, he thought he was seeing his boss for a moment. She had to be the missing daughter of his boss!

Gillian was even more shocked to realize that her father was more concerned about Vivienne's identity than her rough treatment.

"Dad, she's just some country bumpkin. Why do you care who she is? Just get rid of her. I don't want to see her face again!"

"Shut your mouth!" Patrick massaged his temples, "Do you have any idea who you've crossed? If Vivienne really is her daughter, our family, the Ashfords, are done for."

Gillian, of course, was clueless. She could not understand what her father was going on about, "Whose daughter could she be that's so important? Why are you afraid of her? Even the Boyds wouldn’t bat an eye!"

"You wouldn’t understand. Go home and forget about Percival. If you dare touch Vivienne again, you'll answer to me!" With that, Patrick stepped out of the car and instructed the driver to take Gillian home.

Meanwhile, Patrick switched cars to head directly to Vivienne's villa.

It was not surprising that Patrick could find Vivienne's address since she did not hide it.

After waiting four hours outside the villa, Patrick saw Vivienne and Percival return, hand in hand and carrying a plethora of snacks.

Vivienne's lips curved into a smirk as a cold glint passed through her captivating eyes.

"I'll go inside," Percival said as he draped his jacket over Vivienne's shoulders, knowing it was not the right moment for him to intervene.