The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 7

Vivienne, dressed in black casual wear and a leisure hat, found the corresponding room number according to the message someone sent in WhatsApp, and pushed open the door.

The person inside saw her and quickly stood up, "You're here."

He was Matthew from Emerald Monastery, who had been handling affairs for Vivienne over the years.

"Mhm." Vivienne took off her hat and put it on a chair nearby. "Where's the stuff?"

Matthew handed her a bag of documents, "I was planning to buy a villa, but you were in a hurry, so I could only find a house in Tranquil Estates. I bought it for three times the market price. Here are the property certificate and the transfer procedures, all done."

This house cost a whopping four million dollars. They could have bought a villa with that money. Matthew felt a pang of regret when he thought about it.

"No worries, as long as there are no major problems." Vivienne put the bag of documents into her purse, then took out a ceramic jar, "Sell it."

Matthew's eyes bulged in surprise, "A whole jar? That much?"

These were mysterious healing pills that were being fought over on the black market. Each one was worth half a million dollars, and having more money didn't guarantee you could buy them. Vivienne only supplied one pill at a time, and it would take four or five months before she could supply another. As a result, the value of the healing pills was extremely high.

This time Vivienne actually brought out a whole jar. How could it not be shocking?

"Ah, I spent four million dollars, and I have to earn it back. Otherwise, I'll have to scrimp and save next month." Vivienne rubbed her temples, looking a little down. She was rather lazy and didn't want to spend too much energy on money matters. Over the years, she had only earned a total of four million dollars by selling healing pills, and she had just spent it all today.

She needed to earn some more money. She still had to support her father and mother.

Dorian and Cordelia also had a son, who was attending a boarding school kindergarten.

Cordelia's eldest daughter, Astrid, didn't need her support. She was older than Vivienne and had her own job. But after Vivienne returned, Cordelia used the legacy for Astrid. This money, Vivienne still had to earn back.

Matthew chuckled awkwardly, "Ms. Hawthorn, don't you feel guilty saying that?"

Just selling this jar of healing pills should bring in at least ten million dollars, right? And she was talking about scrimping and saving.

"I'm really broke." Vivienne blinked, looking very serious.

"Ah, yes, you're broke." Matthew looked at the sky speechlessly.

Vivienne put on her hat and patted Matthew on the shoulder, "I gotta go. I'll leave the task of making our business great to you."

Matthew thought to himself, “You really think too highly of me.”

Vivienne left, planning to go to a nearby shopping mall to buy some gifts for her family. Just as she was about to enter the mall, there was a commotion ahead.

"Whose child is this? Are her parents not with her? Look, what's wrong with this child? Why is she convulsing?"

"It seems this child came here alone. She suddenly fell to the ground. Is she sick?"

"Is there a doctor? Come and take a look, please!"

Vivienne's gaze fell on the crowd, and with just one glance, her eyes narrowed. A girl about five years old was lying on the ground, looking extremely weak. Her face was so shocking, it couldn't really be called a face. At this moment, she was convulsing, making her already shocking face even more terrifying.

After a while, she stood up and walked into the crowd.

When the crowd parted, a voice came, "Oh dear! This child is really ugly!"