The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 557

After hanging up the call, Vivienne stormed into Finnian's room, where other eight disciples were sprawled out, sleeping like logs. With a swift kick, she woke them from their slumber.

Dawson was the first to come to his senses, groggily nudging Jerry beside him. "Get up, man. We've gotta settle the score with Finnian."

The group roused themselves one by one, taking in their surroundings and falling silent for a few seconds...

"Where the heck is Finnian?!"

Vivienne grabbed a magazine from the table and gave each of them a thwack on the head. "By the time you lot figure it out, Finnian will have skipped town!"

Dawson rubbed his sore head and pointed accusingly at Percival. "Vivienne, why aren't you hitting him?"

Without missing a beat, Vivienne delivered another smack to Dawson. "He's my man. Think you can measure up?"

Percival smirked smugly at the others, his expression just begging for a punch.

But what could they do? After all, he was Vivienne's man.

The disciples collectively groaned, a chorus of shattered hearts.

After a round of scolding, Vivienne pointed toward the garden outside, "Go fix that fence and then frog hop around the villa ten times. No dinner until it's done!"

"Vivienne, can we make it five laps?" Gary begged with puppy eyes.

Vivienne shot him a look that could freeze fire. "You, fifteen laps!"

Hearing that, the other disciples scattered like the wind. Fifteen laps were no joke!

Vivienne sighed heavily. "What's the use of having all these guys if they can't even keep an eye on an old man?"

Percival took Vivienne's hand. "Let's go. Now that Finnian's made an appearance, he won't hide again. We'll have plenty of time to deal with him later."

"Alright."

Halfway out, Percival glanced at Vivienne, his lips pressed in query, "You didn’t notice Finnian drugging you yesterday?"

At the question, Vivienne's gaze sharpened, a fleeting glint crossing her eyes, "Nope."

She honestly had not noticed.

Percival raised an eyebrow. "Finnian's reputation is well-deserved, then."

He had not really looked into Finnian's capabilities, but he must be skilled if he could handle Vivienne and those eight disciples.

Vivienne's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone casual yet firm. "It was not Finnian who drugged us yesterday."

Percival looked puzzled. "You mean..."

Vivienne's lips curved into a sly smile, her captivating eyes shimmering with an enigmatic light. "There’s not a second person in this world who could knock me out."

It was not just confidence—it was certainty.

She might not be the best in medicine, but she was certainly not to be underestimated.

Especially when it came to poisons.

As they got into the car, Vivienne received a call from Yuri.

It was odd—Yuri never called early in the morning. Something must have happened.