The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 679

Faye puckered her lips and scoffed dismissively. "It's just for convenience, you know. I've only met Carl a handful of times. It was his uncle Scott and my dad who arranged our marriage from the start. We were bound to be linked by marriage sooner or later, so we figured we might as well choose someone we knew. That was the deal between us. Besides, Carl had a thing for Calista and almost called off our engagement. It was only his brother Ronald who stepped in and stopped him."

Charlotte, always keen for some juicy gossip, prodded further. "How do you know it was Ronald who stopped him, not Carl himself wanting to stay engaged?"

"Are you kidding? He was head over heels for Calista at the time. There's no way he wanted to stay engaged. He told me himself that Ronald convinced him to stick it out for the sake of the Brooks family, suggesting that eventually, he'd break off the engagement with me."

"Pfft, I never realized Ronald was such a smooth talker. Now that his brother's in a coma, I don't see him pushing to call off the engagement. When exactly was he planning to do that?"

Just outside the door, Zachary happened to pass by and overheard Faye's conversation, his expression growing even more somber.

He didn't knock but instead went to find Vivienne.

"Madam, the warehouse has been unsealed, but they still took two robots from each of our warehouses for sampling and investigation," he reported.

Vivienne was already aware of the situation. "Let them take their samples. I suspect that's their real objective anyway."

"But, Madam," Zachary continued, "while questioning the agents, I managed to get a look at the serial numbers of the malfunctioning robots. They were all defective models that should have been destroyed long ago. There's definitely a mole inside our organization. I suspect..."

"Just focus on what you're doing; I'm on top of it," Vivienne cut in.

Reassured, Zachary agreed. "Alright, I'll follow your lead. And about Carl – do you need my help? I have some influence in M State; maybe I could find him."

"No need. Someone's already on it."

Vivienne's smile was cryptic as she dismissed the topic.

...

Meanwhile, in a secluded manor in Rivenwood, Dracon sat staring out the window. This was Linklater territory, where no one dared to intrude; not even Vivienne or Percival's reach could extend here.

Soon after, a man in a dark suit entered, carrying a bottle of fine red wine.

Dracon sneered without turning his head. "What's this? F-Poison too scared to show up on Linklater turf? Coward."

The man wasn't ruffled; he calmly opened the red wine and poured it into a decanter, saying, "A married woman can't simply come out to meet Mr. Linklater alone."

Dracon scoffed again. "You RST folks sure know how to play. Which number are you in her list of men?"

"Mr. Linklater, I am not yet married," the man responded, maintaining a genteel smile as he faced Dracon.

Dracon felt an inexplicable chill, an ominous pressure that unsettled him. Straightening up, he demanded, "Out with it. What do you want?"

The man's grin deepened. "We know you want nothing more than to rescue Ms. Diana from Vivienne's clutches. We have located Diana."

At the mention of Diana's name, Dracon's eyes lit up. "You found Diana? Where is she? Is she alright? Has Vivienne been troubling her?"

The man casually cut into his steak as if slicing through Dracon's patience.

Growing anxious, Dracon grabbed the man's wrist. "I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"