The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 893

Vivienne stood off to the side, observing the scene with a displeased furrow in her brow.

She spoke softly to the staff member, “Could you please bring the paperwork? I'll sign it now, and if there's anything else, you can contact me later.”

The staff member, having no other choice and facing such an unreasonable person, nodded in agreement.

It was then that Brianna noticed Vivienne, her voice dripping with scorn, “Standing outside the Century Mall, munching on street food, and you think you can afford a custom ring from Promise?”

Vivienne's gaze darkened, the atmosphere growing tense as she coldly replied, “Eating street food means I can’t afford a diamond ring?”

The staff member, too, was taken aback. After all, it was rare to see street vendors near the Century Mall, and what did it matter if Ms. Hawthorn enjoyed street food? Surely, that was preferable to dealing with a temperamental client who looked down on everything and everyone.

Hastily, the staff member interjected, “Ms. Hawthorn has just placed an order for a set of rings worth eight million dollars.”

Brianna laughed mockingly, “Her? Afford it? Did you actually see her pay? Or swipe a card? No wonder Promise remains a niche brand with employees like you. Real clients like us are probably driven away by your kind.”

“Letting such poor people in only pollutes the air of Century Mall.” Brianna folded her arms, her gaze filled with disdain and arrogance.

Humiliated, the staff member couldn't hold back any longer, “What’s wrong with eating at a street vendor? Not everyone has the same tastes or means, and you have no right to belittle that choice.”

Vivienne gave the staff member an appreciative look. It was rare to find someone in such a setting who didn’t judge others by their financial status.

Brianna, enraged by the response, stormed up to the staff member, grabbed her by the hair, and slapped her across the face, “How dare you disrespect me? I’m a paying customer, and you’re earning from my money. Do you believe I couldn’t have you fired with just one word?”

Tears welled up in the staff member's eyes, unaccustomed to such barbaric behavior. She bit her lip, “Even if I lose my job, I’ll stand by what I said.”

Vivienne’s anger flared. She grabbed Brianna’s arm, her touch icy, her gaze sharp as she commanded, “Let go!”

Brianna sneered, “Scared now, are you? I’ll slap her again!”

The scene had transformed from a simple misunderstanding into a demonstration of loyalty, protection, and the assertion of dignity, regardless of one’s background or financial status.

Having finished her audacious offer, she pointed at Percival, "And you, what about it? If you stick with me, I'll take care of you!"

A hint of blush flashed across Brianna's face, her first time encountering such a strikingly handsome man who turned out to be penniless. But it didn't matter to her; she was wealthy.

Percival was currently the patriarch of the Ellington family, a name of considerable authority in Rivenwood. Within the elite circles, it was rare to find someone who didn't recognize him.

The Wright family held their ground in Rivenwood's social ladder, making the head of the Ellington family a well-known figure to almost everyone, except for Brianna. She rarely spent time in Rivenwood and hardly paid attention to the high society buzz, thus her unfamiliarity with him.

The air around Percival seemed to drop a few degrees as his gaze sharpened, locking onto Brianna.

Startled by his intense look, Brianna shivered but remained undeterred, "Do you think I've wounded your pride? What's so great about the woman by your side? She's broke, can only afford to dine at street food stands with you. She's vain, without a penny to her name yet dreams of custom rings from a jeweler. She'll never satisfy your desires for wealth."