Chapter 421
Richard always yed the impartial patriarch role with the Ellington n''s younger generation.
Right from wrong was clear in his heart.
Today, Fiona''s transgression was not just a simple offense against Vivienne. As the head of the
in front of so many people could have a catastrophic impact on thepany if she had not been fired.
Especially with key business partners in attendance.
Had Fiona been humble and sought advice, she might have avoided such a fate.
Seeing Richard''s demeanor, Fiona knew the oue was inevitable. Her ce at thepany was
lost.
Fiona pressed her lips. "Grandpa, keep the money for yourself."
With that, she grabbed her purse and left without looking back.
After her departure, Percival remained seated in the living room, silent.
Richard eyed him several times before finally tapping his cane on his grandson''s leg. "What in the
world happened tonight, kid?"
"It''s settled, Grandpa. No need to worry," Percival replied, rubbing his leg where the cane had hit. The
old man still had some strength in him.
Richard huffed, stroking his beard. "We had left the hall when we heard a faint explosion, so I called
Fiona to handle it. She told me there had been a car ident."
Percival''s lips curled into a slight smirk. "There was an ident, but it''s been taken care of."
Hearing this, Richard did not press further. He got up with the help of his cane and headed to his
bedroom to sleep.
Percival was also about to retire for the night when he caught sight of Keh skulking near the
stairway.
"Haven''t jumped enough?" Percival said with a cold nce.
Keh shook his head vigorously. "Bro, erm... Is Vivienne really Hawk’s special coach?"
"Weren''t you in the lounge earlier when you saw her?" Percival raised an eyebrow.
Keh felt like his brain had been struck by lightning.
His brother had confirmed it. The truth was undeniable!
Oh, the horror!
What had he done to his idol?
"I''m heading to my room." He didn''t want to speak to his beloved brother right now.
So annoyed!
Why did Percival not tell him sooner?
Keh trudged back to his room, despondent and defeated.
Percival watched him go, for the first time, considering taking his brother to get his head examined.
...
At the TCL Laboratory.
Calista''stest experiment had failed once again.
In frustration, she knocked everything on her desk to the floor.
Owned by N?velDrama.Org.
Why could she not make a breakthrough?
After all this time, she had nothing but failures to show for her efforts. How would she ever create the
virus?
"Director, is everything alright?" A researcher called from outside the door after hearing themotion.
"I''m fine. Leave me be." Calista snapped, closing her eyes in defeat.
As theb returned to silence and thest sound of someone clocking out reached her ears, Calista
was left alone with her fear.
Scott had been arrested, and here she was, still toiling away for them!
Suddenly, the door to herb was opened.
Calista grabbed a hidden dagger from her desk and held it defensively as she eyed the doorway.
A figure in a ck trench coat and a masked hat stepped inside, identical to Scott''s usual attire.
Calista took a step back. "Mr. B," she uttered with caution.
Mr. B flicked his finger, effortlessly knocking the dagger from her grasp. "Don''t point such dangerous
things at me," he said, his voice cold and modified by a device.
Calista swallowed hard, retreating further.
Mr. B ignored her, scanning the brokenb equipment and scattered research data with a furrowed
brow. "Had I known you''d be this useless, I might have left you to rot in jail."
Calista felt her breath catch, her legs giving out as she fell to her knees. "I...I will keep trying. I won''t let
you down, sir. Please, spare me."
Mr. B looked at her with contempt. "You have one more month. Fail again, and don''t expect any mercy."
With that, Mr. B vanished as if he was never there, leaving Calista on the floor, drenched in cold sweat.
Her phone, which had fallen to the floor, suddenly lit up with a notification.
The headline read: [Ellington Family''s Seventh Grandson''s Fiancée Vivienne Hawthorn Revealed to be
Master Jessica! How Many Faces Does the Future Mrs. Ellington Have?]
Calista red at the name Vivienne on the screen, her eyes burning with rage.
Vivienne!
It was all because of Vivienne that she was in this mess!
If not for Vivienne, Percival would be hers, and she would be the future Mrs. Ellington!
That wretched woman!
Calista picked up the dagger and stabbed fiercely at the phone screen, channeling her boundless
hatred.
Only when the phone was in pieces did she stop.
Standing up, Calista regained herposure, changed into her regr clothes, and left theboratory.
...
The next day.
As she opened her eyes, her phone was flooded with messages.
[Vivienne, are you up yet?]
[Vivienne, what do you feel like eating?]
[Vivienne, I miss you so much!!!]
[Vivienne...]
Among the barrage of messages, she finally found one that was not from Percival.
She clicked on it to find a picture sent by Draven.
Using his newly acquired disguise skill, he transformed himself into the spitting image of a guy named
Stephen.
[Hey, Vivienne, I''ve pretty much nailed this disguise thing. Should I keep them alive?] He asked,
referring to Rowan and Ismene.
She texted back, [Let''s make it a win-win. Teach them some of our tricks. It''s good to have extra hands
on deck.]
[Got it. Oh, and Vivienne, Brian lost track of Brody again.] Updated at Draмаnоvеls.cоm
It was a typical screw-up, losing him like that.
Vivienne simply replied, [Let him figure it out on his own.]
After sending the message, she initiated a video call to Percival.
Meanwhile, the doorbell chimed.
She opened the door to find Percival ying with LEGO bricks alongside Thaddeus.
A flicker of joy crossed Vivienne''s eyes. "Mr. Wolf?"
Percival sighed silently. Clearly, she was not excited because of him.
"We''ll head over soon. You just stay put and behave," he said.
Vivienne nodded vigorously. "Sure, go ahead."
Right. As if she had any intention of paying him more attention.
No sooner had Percival left with Dorian''s family than Astrid emerged from the bedroom.