The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 745

Midnight.

Above the YQ Research Center, in the manor house nestled under the shadow of night.

In the pitch-dark living room, sobs echoed intermittently.

The ghostly moonlight slipped through the windows, faintly revealing the silhouette of a person writhing on the floor.

"Click!"

Lights flooded the villa, illuminating the figures of Vivienne and Percival as they emerged from the darkness.

Their cold gazes fell upon Ramona, who was bound hand and foot in the center of the room.

By day, she was a damsel in distress, but now her eyes, having adjusted to the light, glared furiously at the two of them.

Percival gestured slightly, and Thomas stepped forward to rip the duct tape from Ramona's mouth.

Instantly, Ramona twisted in agony, collapsing to the floor, groaning uncontrollably.

Anna sauntered over, crouched beside her, and propped her up, gripping her cheek firmly, "Ms. Grimshaw, I'd advise you not to fight this. Answer our questions, and maybe we can all play nice. Otherwise, well, let's just say we won't be so merciful."

Anna's hand, holding a switchblade, brushed lightly over Ramona's wrist.

Her icy eyes paused momentarily, giving a subtle shake of her head to Vivienne.

Vivienne's fingertip twitched, and Anna stood up, retreating to her position behind Vivienne, her sharp gaze never leaving Ramona.

Vivienne frowned slightly, masking her emotions from view.

Ramona's meridians...

"Vivienne, what on earth do you want?"

Now that it had come to this, there was no need for Ramona to keep up her act. Struggling fiercely, her eyes burning with rage, she shot at Vivienne, "Let me go this instant! Or you'll regret it!"

After ranting at Vivienne, she turned to Percival with tearful eyes, "Mr. Ellington, are you really going to let your fiancée run wild? She's already ruined my career; why won't you just leave me alone?"

Vivienne propped her head on her hand, thinking that Ramona's ability to switch faces was so much better than Arabella and Calista's.

It would do them good to take lessons from her. Their performances wouldn't have been so unconvincing back then.

She nudged Percival with her elbow, "Mr. Wolf, your damsel in distress is lodging a complaint."

A look of resignation flickered in Percival's eyes, "Even if you wanted to tear down the palace, I'd be right there with you."

"Do you think I'm Leopold? Tearing down the palace? Mr. Wolf, I seriously doubt the image I have in your heart," Vivienne wrinkled her nose.

Percival intertwined his fingers with hers, "As heaven is my witness, you are flawless in my eyes, the woman I love most in this world."

Despite having heard countless confessions from Percival over time, Vivienne still felt her heart race every time he looked at her with those deep, affectionate eyes and spoke those cheesy lines.

Ramona was baffled. Weren't they supposed to be interrogating her?

How had the scene flipped so suddenly?

Thomas and Anna, standing behind Percival and Vivienne, tried to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible, staring up at the ceiling's intricate patterns with feigned indifference.

How to put it?

Though accustomed to their bosses' relentless public displays of affection, they still found it somewhat awkward.