Chapter 225


    Upon seeing Vivienne preparing to leave, Percival furrowed his brows. "What''s going on?"


    "Vivienne found someone in the audience trying to sneak in with a knife and stopped them." Astrid


    ryed the situation to Percival with a tone of indignation. "But when M''s daughter came out, she


    immediately used Vivienne. She even said that Vivienne would taint this ce!"


    A shadow passed over Percival''s stoic face, and his narrow, deep-set eyes swept over M. "Is that


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    so?"


    His voice was sparse and carried an ice-cold chill in it.


    "Exactly!" Alfred chimed in. "Then M defended the knife-wielding fan, saying she likes such fans, and


    used Vivienne of meddling."


    "Oh, defending such fans?" Leopold, who had always been a staunch supporter of Vivienne, echoed


    their sentiments. "Aren''t they afraid that the concert will be swarming with such crazy fans? Who would


    even want to attend?"


    "If that''s the case, it''s better to not attend." Percival took Vivienne''s hand as his gaze fiercely swept


    over M and Calista''s faces before turning to leave with Vivienne. "So as not to taint your ears."


    Calista''s face turned a shade paler. She never knew Percival could be this ruthlessly blunt.


    "Percival!" M''s face darkened. "I am your elder! How can you speak like that?"


    In her eyes, Percival would always be a pampered crippled who just happened to have power in


    Rivenwood. No matter how much Richard doted on him, she never really regarded him seriously.


    So even though Percival could stand now and Richard had announced that he would be the next head


    of the Ellington family, M''s perception of him never changed.


    Percival responded with a cold hum, "Elder? Not everyone is suited to be my elder."


    "Mr. Ellington." Calista, unable to hold back, stepped forward. "May I have a word with you?"


    "Who are you?" Percival furrowed his brows. His cold eyes were devoid of any emotion, and his face


    was icy.


    "I''m Calista, the head of TIC Research Institute!" Calista eximed in disbelief.


    Percival was her institute''s sponsor, so they had already met several times. Yet she was astounded


    that Percival had no recollection of her.


    "I see." Percival vaguely remembered the name. "Calista".


    The unfinished project left by his master was handed over to the TIC Research Institute for


    continuation. He had personally designated it.


    Rather than remembering Calista''s face, he had always focused more on the progress of the research


    project.


    He nced at Calista, his tone indifferent. "You''ve put on too much makeup. I didn''t recognize you."


    Leopold couldn''t help butugh out loud. If anyone couldnd such a cruel blow, it had to be Percival.


    Calista''s face twisted in embarrassment.


    Vivienne''s gaze casually swept between Percival and Calista.


    She finally understood the source of Calista''s inexplicable hostility towards her.


    This man seemed to attract a fair amount of attention.


    Unfortunately, she didn''t like others coveting what was hers.


    She let out a coldugh, unusually taking the initiative to hold onto Percival''s arm as her eyes


    flirtatiously looked at him and her tonezily cooed for his attention. "Mr. Wolf, I''m tired."


    "Tired? I''ll carry you." Percival had never seen Vivienne act so affectionately towards him. Her calling


    him "Mr. Wolf" nearly melted his heart.


    With no regard for anyone else, he immediately swept Vivienne off her feet and started descending the


    theater steps amid gasps from the crowd.


    Vivienne had only intended to annoy Calista, wanting Percival to quickly leave with her. She didn''t


    expect her boyfriend to be so assertive.


    She felt slightly embarrassed while he carried her away in front of everyone.


    "Percival is mighty!" Leopold, initially stunned, burst intoughter, then abruptly remembered that if this


    scene was captured and seen by Vivienne’s other eight senior disciples, they would likely find a way to


    tease him.


    Instantly, he could no longerugh. He hung his head and followed Percival''s footsteps with Thomas by


    his side.


    After seeing their daughter being carried away, Dorian and others quickly recovered and followed suit.


    Judith and Scott shared a knowing nce at the sight of Percival embracing Vivienne.


    "I think I’ll be leaving as well." Judith addressed M, her tone considerably cooler and devoid of its


    prior warmth. "I''m feeling a bit tired. Scott, will you walk me home?"


    "Yes, mother." Scott firmly supported Judith. He didn’t care about M''s response, so the two of them


    began to descend the stairs.


    M''s expression flickered. She had already sensed the deep connection between Vivienne, Judith,


    and Scott, but she had not expected them to slight her because of Vivienne.


    Did the Brooks family not care about their longstanding friendship? And Calista was currently attending


    to Tristan''s injuries!


    Timothy and Melissa, along with Ashley and Ronald, were left standing in bewilderment. After


    exchanging nces, they chose to apologize to M and follow Judith and Scott. The piano concert,


    having turned into such a fiasco, was destined to be nothing but aughingstock. There was no


    point in them staying behind.


    M watched as the Brooks family left one by one. M bit her lower lip as her face contorted in


    suppressed rage.


    She suddenly realized that the close rtionship she thought she had built with the Brooks over the


    years through her constant attentiveness towards Scott was in fact as fragile as a house of cards.


    At that moment, a ck limousine pulled up at the bottom of the theatre steps. Debra, dressed in a


    ck tuxedo, and his manager stepped out of the car.