The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Chapter 202

Percival's face grew colder the more he listened. From the moment he heard Dorian mention the villa,

he had a feeling something was off. As he suspected, it was these annoying men who were up to no

good. They took advantage of his absence to claim all the rooms next to Vivienne's bedroom.

Upon hearing the commotion, Dorian and Cordelia came down from the third floor.

After seeing Percival, Dorian and Cordelia paused, only then remembering that Percival was supposed

to live with them.

However, they had completely forgotten, and all the rooms on the second and third floors had been

taken.

"Um..." Dorian glanced around before hesitantly proposing to Percival. "Percival, would you mind taking

a room on the first floor?"

Percival lifted his eyes and smirked. His cold gaze swept over the seven men in the hallway, finally

landing on Leopold, who was cowering behind Eric. "I'll take his room."

Jerry and the others immediately turned their attention to Leopold. They were threatening him with their

gazes, hinting that if he agreed, they would make him pay.

Leopold lamented in his heart as he wondered why he had to be stuck in the middle of this mess.

However, now that he was facing Percival's mocking gaze, even though he found the eight elder

disciples terrifying, he realized that if he didn't agree, Percival would surely make him suffer. So he

chuckled nervously. "I'm afraid of heights. I'll go to the first floor."

Jerry and the others' gazes immediately turned murderous, blatantly accusing Leopold of being a

traitor.

Leopold could only pretend not to see them. He slipped upstairs to pack his things, hoping to avoid the

battleground that was the second floor.

As soon as he entered his room, someone grabbed his collar from behind.

Percival's icy voice echoed in his ear. "Did you have fun tearing down my houses?"

Leopold trembled; he nearly fell to his knees. He turned around and stammered, "Percival, they forced

me. You don't know how terrifying other eight elder disciples are..."

"Oh?" Percival chuckled coldly. "They're scary, but I'm not? There's a hardcore training program

specifically designed for newcomers at the bureau. How about you lead the team?"

"Please no!" Leopold's hair stood on end, and he fell to his knees. He was truly begging at this point.

He clung to Percival's legs, pleading, "Percival, that training lasts several months! And with all that's

going on right now, how can you manage to deal with them without me, your handsome and capable

sidekick?"

The hardcore training program, commonly referred to as 'Hell Training' at the bureau, was Percival's

twisted version of the original program.

They had all endured this brutal training to become official members of the team who were eligible for

assignments.

The original training was designed by Lark and was so brutal that it was dubbed 'Devil Training.'

Those few months of testing were a living nightmare. Out of a thousand participants, fewer than thirty

passed, demonstrating just how twisted the training was.

But Percival, this sadist, wasn't satisfied after enduring the 'Devil Training.'

He took over Lark's team and proposed to the bureau to revise the training, adding several extreme

tests and transforming the Devil Training into Hell Training.

Numerous newcomers at the bureau cried out in pain because of this and cursed Percival behind his

back.

He had barely survived the 'Devil Training,' so how could he willingly undergo the more terrifying 'Hell

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"Hmm." Percival sneered, kicking Leopold away. "You think I want you around to annoy me?"

"No, not at all. I'm the most considerate person in the world. How could I annoy you?" Leopold tried to

approach him again.

Percival coldly avoided him and looked at him with a mocking expression, as if to say, ‘Do you really

believe what you're saying?’

"Percival..." Leopold was on the verge of tears. "Please give me a chance to redeem myself."

Percival responded, "Get rid of the eight men."

For Vivienne's sake, he could tolerate them trashing his room, but he wouldn't tolerate them trying to

take Vivienne's attention from him.

"Uh..." Leopold hesitated as he thought about the elder disciples. But after seeing Percival's cold gaze,

he immediately agreed. "Sure, sure. I'll make sure it happens. But..."

Percival's softened expression stiffened again, as Leopold hastily added, "But they are not ordinary

people. We should take them down one by one."

"Oh?" Percival leaned back on the leather couch as he crossed his long legs and raised an eyebrow at

Leopold. "How do we take them down one at a time?"

"Hehehe." Leopold chuckled, leaned in, and whispered, "Jerry likes to paint, Daniel's afraid of cats, Eric

loves tea, and the fifth elder disciple..."

Percival gave him a cold glance. "By your method, wouldn't we be wasting a lot of time?"

Leopold looked like he was about to cry. "This is the best method I can think of. Otherwise, it won't be

easy to get rid of them."

"Heh!" Percival smirked. "Is that so?"

...

On the first floor.

When Vivienne came down after reprimanding Dawson, she saw Percival and her other eight disciples

sitting across from each other on the couches in the living room, engaged in a standoff.

Jerry and the others glared at Percival with distaste.

Though Percival was alone, he didn't lose an ounce of his daunting aura as he nonchalantly faced off

against them.

Dorian and Cordelia watched helplessly as the situation unfolded. The moment they sat down, the

atmosphere turned tense.

Eric scoffed at Percival. He expertly boiled water and brewed tea using the tea set on the table, then

served it to everyone.

Although many of them usually drank coffee, it was nice to try the world-renowned teas made in

various countries all over the world.

"Dorian, Cordelia, the Queen’s Court tea I brought today is the best tea available locally. Please have a

taste."

Eric's words were directed at Dorian and Cordelia, but his eyes were fixed on Percival. He cast him a

challenging gaze as he slid a cup towards him.

Percival gave him a slight smile. He lifted his cup of tea for a sip and praised it. "Rich and lingering. A

fine tea indeed."

Well, Queen’s Court tea was bound to be a delicious and aromatic drink.

Just when Eric was about to bask in his victory, the doorbell rang.

Cordelia rose to answer the door, ushering in Thomas, who was cradling a box.

"Percival, your item is here." Thomas said as he approached Percival.

With a slight nod from Percival, Thomas immediately placed the box on the table, unveiling a complete

tea set.

A carved tea set was laid out on the table. It was polished from jadeite, so the white and green contrast

made it particularly pleasing to the eye.

Eric's eyes nearly popped out of his skull once he saw the carved tea set. This set was a masterpiece

from the home of the world’s best tea masters. It was crafted by the renowned artisan Yacob. It had

fetched a staggering billion dollars at an auction in M State last year.

Eric was astounded to learn that Percival was the one who had snatched it from him at the auction.

Upon seeing the tea leaves brought by Thomas, Eric gasped. "This… This is…"

Percival took the tea leaves from Thomas and elegantly brewed the tea with the spring water that

Thomas had brought.

"These are harvested from the eighteen tea plants from the Royal Tea Garden. Only two ounces are

produced each year. They are priceless and rare."

"There’s no way you're using such a valuable antique tea set to make tea?!" Eric watched as Percival

placed the tea leaves and boiling water into the carved tea set.

His eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets, and his face was a picture of heartache. "What a

waste!"

There were only two of Yacob's tea sets in existence. If it were to be damaged, it would be a loss for all

of mankind.