The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 637

Gillian screamed, her voice edged with sheer terror, "Are you out of your mind? You’re in the car too, Mara!"

Panic clawed at her, urging her to leap from the speeding vehicle, but courage failed her.

As the car hurtled towards the end of the winding mountain road, Gillian curled up in the backseat, bracing for impact.

A jarring symphony of rubber grinding against asphalt pierced the air. Gillian's head slammed against the seat, her forehead instantly blossoming with a bruise.

Mara exhaled a long sigh of relief, casting a scornful glance back at Gillian. "Scared now?"

"Just go off and die by yourself; don't drag me into it!" In a fit of rage, Gillian hurled her purse squarely at Mara's face.

Mara, now prizing her beauty more than ever, caught sight of the incoming assault and immediately yanked at Gillian's hair, snarling, "Dare to mar my face? I'll make sure yours isn't worth keeping!"

Gillian let out a piercing shriek.

And so, the two women grappled inside the car, exchanging blows and pulling hair—an unseemly spectacle.

Exhausted and breathless, they eventually stopped, both bearing the marks of their skirmish, neither having gained the upper hand.

Touching up her makeup in the mirror, Gillian said, "If you'd actually swallowed vitamins, Vivienne would have caught on in a heartbeat. She's the Specter Healer, and with her all-knowing mom, those two are sharper than anyone. You'd be the first to go if you slipped up."

Mara scoffed. "You could've warned me. I would've taken less. You're just looking to get rid of me!"

Gillian couldn't be bothered to argue. "I'll be transferring to Rivenwood soon. You'll have to play along with a few more of my performances, so don't forget."

With a cold snort, Mara started the car and drove away. She would have never kept up this charade with Gillian if it were not for her thirst for vengeance. Once that was quenched, she would be the first to kill this bitch and drop her and Vivienne into the pigsty!

Gillian eyed Mara with contempt. Her thoughts mirrored Mara's—each plotting the demise of the other.

After her visit to the Linklaters, Vivienne dropped Karen off at the Perez Mansion and then headed to Elite University.

The campus was bustling with the energy of youth—students engaged in sports, romance, and lively chatter. Only Aaron was in his dorm, bombarding Kenneth with a tirade of complaints.

"When are you going to clear out? Don't you have your own dorm? If you're staying here tonight, where am I supposed to sleep?"

Aaron was at his wit's end. His own dorm was seldom used, thanks to Kenneth's incessant visits.

Kenneth, engrossed in the latest season's game on his tablet, paid no mind to Aaron's ranting.

"Go, go! Damn! With those reactions, how do you even qualify for the game?"

Aaron was about to explode in frustration when his phone rang—it was Vivienne.

At the sight of Vivienne's name, the irritation on his face vanished.

He was staying at the university that day because Vivienne had said she would come to see him.

"Vivienne, have you arrived?" Aaron answered the call, grabbed a cake from the fridge, and dashed out, leaving Kenneth no time to react.

Kenneth sat up, considering Aaron's words, and quickly dialed Percival's number.