The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 68

At a coffee shop.

Vivienne stood at the entrance of the coffee shop, scanning the room, the brim of her baseball cap pulled down low enough to cover her face, before striding in.

She reached the door of a booth, pushed it open, and stepped in.

The man inside immediately stood up at her entrance, "Boss!"

He, too, was dressed in all black with a baseball cap on. Unlike Vivienne, he was also wearing a mask. You couldn't even see his eyes unless he looked up.

His name was Draven.

It wasn't his real name. He had started using it when he began following Vivienne. As for his original name, he couldn't remember anymore.

Vivienne closed the door, shot him a glance and said, "Don't pick places like this next time."

Draven replied, "Yes, boss."

Vivienne sat down, poured herself a cup of coffee, and took a sip.

It was good coffee, but it couldn't compare to the coffee at Cordelia's place.

"Boss, I've turned the Hawthorn family's old mansion upside down, but I couldn't find the other bottle of potion," Draven stood behind Vivienne, his tone serious.

Vivienne furrowed her brows, "Did you check everywhere?"

"I've checked everywhere. I even moved the tiles in the mansion's bathroom, but I didn't find anything," Draven responded, "I've also planted a bug in Beatrice Hawthorn's room. She's never mentioned the potion to anyone. Is it possible that the information was wrong and the potion isn't at the Hawthorn family's?"

"There's no way," Vivienne said in a low voice, "My mother took two bottles of potion away. I have one, and the other was left at the Hawthorn family's."

This was what her mother had told her on her deathbed.

At the time, her mother was worried about getting her involved and hadn't planned on telling her. But after receiving a phone call at the last moment, she changed her mind.

Her mother had given her a bottle of potion and told her to keep it safe, also told her that there was another one at the Hawthorn family's...

And then, her mother passed away.

Her main purpose for going to the Hawthorn family was to find that bottle of potion.

"Could it be with Dorian?" Draven asked, "I've searched every nook and cranny of the Hawthorn family's. If it's not there, it could only be with Dorian."

Vivienne shook her head, "It's not with him either."

She'd already thoroughly searched that three-bedroom apartment when she'd first moved in, but she didn't find the potion.

After moving to Tranquil Estates, she'd searched again, but the result was the same.

That's why she'd sent Draven to search the Hawthorn family's.

It wasn't in the Hawthorn family's either - that was strange.

"Is it possible that Dorian knew the importance of the potion and didn't keep it at home?" Draven questioned.

Vivienne's expression froze. Could it really be like that?

But aside from his home, where else could Dorian hide the potion?

"Why don't you just ask Dorian directly?" Draven suggested.

"I can't," Vivienne lowered her head, her expression unreadable.

She wasn't sure what kind of person Dorian was yet.

She couldn't be certain if he was really as kind as he appeared to be, or if he was acting nice to her on purpose to get something.

What's more, asking him directly without knowing for sure if the potion was with him could be a misstep.

She had to make sure Dorian was truly trustworthy.

"What's the plan now?" Draven paused for a moment before suddenly adding, "By the way, there are two other teams looking for the potion recently. One is GTO, and the other's identity is unknown. I didn't dare to act rashly, so I didn't stop them."

Vivienne frowned, "GTO has already found the Hawthorn family so quickly?"

"Yes, boss. You're in danger now."

She was really starving.

"Haha, I lost!" Richard, who was playing chess, suddenly laughed out loud, "Dorian, I never expected you to be this good on playing chess. I won't brag about how good I am at chess, but I can count on one hand the people who have beaten me. You're really good."

Percival was speechless.

Richard beat those people not because he was good at chess, okay?

"Oh, I'm nowhere near your level. I just play chess with people in my neighborhood when I have nothing else to do," Dorian said modestly, but he was secretly laughing inside.

Even a newbie could beat Richard's level of chess skills.

"Dorian, I like your character. I'll come to play chess with you when I have time," Richard really liked Dorian's family.

Dorian was honest and upright.

Cordelia was gentle, generous, and kind.

And Vivienne was beyond reproach.

He had been very comfortable these few days in Havenwood.

"Sure." Dorian had prejudices against Richard and Percival at first.

But after getting to know them, he found they were actually pretty good. Richard wasn't arrogant at all, very down-to-earth. He didn't look down on them because they were poor.

Percival was very polite, his demeanor was very elegant, completely different from the useless person rumors said he was.

After Vivienne finished eating, she was about to take the dishes to wash, but Cordelia took them from her and didn't let her wash.

Vivienne didn't refuse again.

She glanced at the group of people chatting enthusiastically in the living room, walked over to Dorian, poured him and Richard a glass of water each, and suddenly asked, "Dorian, you've been with my mother for nine years. Do you know what kind of person my mother is?"

Hearing this, Percival, who was holding his phone, paused slightly. He looked at her with some surprise.

Was she talking to him?