The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 920

Commander Blake stood firm in the dimly lit control room, his eyes glued to the surveillance footage, exuding an aura of deep contemplation. With a sense of urgency, he dialed the higher-ups once again.

The call was promptly answered, and the woman on the other end was still fuming with anger.

Twirling a ring between his fingers, Commander Blake spoke with a gravitas that filled the room, "Your anger is misplaced. It's your people who slipped up. Had they been more careful, none of this would have come to light."

The woman, realizing her fault, forced herself to calm down.

"What's our next move?" Blake's tone carried a hint of displeasure. After all, the site in question was of significant importance to him, and it hadn't yet served its intended purpose.

"Shift whatever assets we can, and for those we can't, expedite their usage. I want the plan executed within a week."

Blake hummed in acknowledgment, the ring's edge revealing a sharp blade as he made a small cut on his finger, a single drop of blood emerging.

"If all else fails, we destroy the site," the woman added.

The thought of destruction sparked a predatory glint in Blake's eyes. He had no time for setbacks.

As he entered the villa, Percival's strong hands closed the door behind him, plunging the interior into darkness, save for the moon's soft glow streaming through the windows.

Vivienne, standing in the foyer, wrapped her arms around Percival's waist, her eyes alight with desire.

Percival caressed her cheek, unable to resist planting a gentle kiss on the side of her face, his body warming with each touch.

Their lips met, and the kiss deepened uncontrollably, sending both of them into a whirlwind of passion. Vivienne, her body softening in his arms, clung to him even tighter.

Percival's hands ventured further, eliciting a blush from Vivienne as a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, leaving her breathless.

He lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the cold marble of a nearby console table. As the intensity between them grew, Vivienne's thoughts began to scatter.

Hailey's glare was different this time, less disdainful and more curious. Vivienne, unfazed, continued upstairs despite Hailey's loud protest.

Ignoring Hailey's anger, Vivienne was suddenly the target of a porcelain teacup thrown in her direction. Dodging gracefully, the teacup shattered against the wall, its pieces scattering, a clear signal that the day ahead would be anything but ordinary.

The stairs proved to be Vivienne's undoing as she couldn't dodge in time. Fragments of the shattered porcelain mug, fine and sharp, sprayed onto her, even nicking her cheek and drawing blood. On Vivienne's fair, delicate face, the sight was particularly shocking.

Even the scalding tea splashed onto her clothes and hair.

Vivienne's gaze suddenly turned icy, an aura of deadly seriousness spreading instantly. She stood atop the stairs, looking down at Hailey with disdain, and began to descend with a chilling, deliberate pace.

Upon seeing Vivienne approach, a dark shadow passed over Hailey's eyes, and she cursed, "Where were you last night? It was your parents' anniversary, and you just took off with Percival without a word! Do you even care about your parents?"

Vivienne stopped in front of Hailey, her eyes cold to the bone, her entire being radiating an unforgiving chill. With a swift, ruthless move, she grabbed Hailey by the throat.