The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 877

Alyssa's eyes blazed with fury, her knuckles white with tension, her chest heaving with barely contained rage. That Karen really had a nerve! To think she could say whatever she pleased!

Arthur was hers and hers alone. No one else stood a chance!

Her face was a mask of icy disdain, "Since you're so keen to challenge me, I won't back down. Let's settle this in the ballroom, in front of all the guests. Do you dare?!"

She couldn’t swallow her pride unless she made Karen a public spectacle. Let’s see if the Linklaters would still welcome her with open arms after this embarrassment!

No one was going to stop her from marrying Arthur. Karen was just the perfect opportunity to make a statement!

Karen lifted her eyelids lazily, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth, "Ms. Wright, if you're so bothered by seeing me cozy up with Arthur, just say it. Why beat around the bush?"

Alyssa hadn’t expected Karen to see right through her, her gaze darkening.

From the moment she entered and saw them wrapped in each other’s arms, she was green with envy, itching to slap Karen across the face. But she was powerless to do anything!

Karen stood up, Arthur's arms suddenly empty, the warmth between them dissipating, fueling Alyssa's fury even more. These two women would never step foot inside the Linklater estate ever again!

"Let's head to the ballroom," Karen said with a teasing smile, leading the way, her voice calm but commanding.

Arthur wrapped his arm around her waist, almost causing a whirlwind as they passed Alyssa and Kate.

Alyssa's mood was stormy all the way to the ballroom, a far cry from her usually demure self, her eyes no longer soft.

As they approached the ballroom, Karen turned around with a light smile, "Ms. Wright, drop the sour face. You were all prim and proper when you came to see me, what happened to that? Your beloved is right beside you, better fix that expression."

"You could never match Kate here; she’s always carried herself with grace, something you lack."

Alyssa forced a smile uglier than tears, "I was just startled by a grasshopper on the way here."

Kate, looking displeased, retorted, "Stop stirring trouble!"

Karen ignored them, walking into the ballroom with an air of effortless grace.

Arthur, ever so attentive, adjusted her dress as they entered, making her look every bit the dignified queen.

The moment Karen and Arthur made their entrance, the room buzzed with excitement. Everyone wanted a moment with Arthur, but he declined all offers, protective of Karen by his side.

Dracon stood aside, fuming and nearly biting his glass in half.

Alyssa and Kate were quickly pushed to the sidelines, frantically trying to compose themselves.

Especially Alyssa, who was more focused on Karen than Arthur, determined not to let Karen escape this humiliation.

She wanted Karen to face utter embarrassment in front of everyone!

Approaching the stage, Karen’s gaze swept over Alyssa, who walked up to join her.

The guests quieted down, the atmosphere filled with anticipation.

He still vividly remembered how radiant Vivienne looked when she played the piano, outshining even this crystal grand piano!

Vivienne swallowed a bite of her cheesecake, speaking through the mouthful, "It's not about liking it. It's pretty, but my mom wouldn’t use this piano."

Upon hearing this, Percival saw Karen whisper something in Arthur's ear.

Arthur looked momentarily stunned, then gestured for the piano to be removed.

Percival's smile broadened, "A daughter knows her mother best."

Alyssa, noticing the crystal piano being moved away, asked anxiously, "Arthur, wasn't the first round about playing the piano? Why are you taking it away? I wanted to play."

Arthur, visibly annoyed, retorted, "I don't care what you play. That piano was specifically for my wife! If you want to play, I'll have another one brought up for you."

Tears filled Alyssa's eyes as she pleaded, "Can't you even part with one piano?"

Karen raised an eyebrow, smiling, "It's just a piano, Arthur. Let her have it!"

Arthur pursed his lips, "As my wife says!"

Then, Karen added, "I want to play the zither. Just prepare a zither for me."

Yorick, with a soft and friendly smile, chimed in, "I have a zither here, Karen. I’ll have the servants fetch it for you. It might not be as prestigious as this piano, but I hope you won't mind!"