The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Chapter 50

Vivienne took her eyes off Logan and ignored him completely.

She lifted her eyes to the rest of the students, saying in a calm tone, "I'm gonna lay down the law

now..."

Just as she said that, Vivienne paused a bit, her eyes turning cold in an instant, "Don't interrupt me

again, I don't want to solve problems in a rude way!"

"Ha, what a joke!" Just as Vivienne finished speaking, an untimely voice piped up, "You think we'll listen

to you just because you can throw your weight around? Are you sleepwalking?"

Vivienne turned her gaze to the speaker, Oberon Harper, Lysander's brother's son from Rivenwood.

The Harper family was a big deal in Rivenwood.

In Rivenwood, a place teeming with big shots, the Harper family was nothing to sneeze at.

Vivienne shot him a glance, didn't say anything, and walked to the classroom door. When she

reentered, she had a stick in her hand.

She walked straight to Oberon with the stick in her hand.

Oberon frowned, scoffing, "What, you gonna hit me? I'm not some pushover like Logan, I am... Bam!"

Vivienne swung the stick at Oberon without hesitation, causing him to jump up, "Hey! You really hit me?

Do you know who I am?"

Vivienne ignored him, hitting him with the stick over and over. Oberon, who knew how to fight back,

tried to retaliate, but every time he lifted his hand, Vivienne's stick found him with precision.

And it was weird, the way she hit people. It looked light, but it hurt like hell when it landed!

"Stop it! Stop it! I'm telling my uncle! I'm gonna get you fired!" Oberon yelled.

His uncle was Lysander!

Vivienne didn't even give him a glance, pointing to Logan with her stick, "You! Get some guys to tie him

up for me!"

Logan was about to retort when he heard Vivienne drawl, "Logan has a crush on..."

Before she could finish, Logan jumped up, pointing at some students, "You, you, you guys, hang him

up, now!"

He didn't want to give in to Vivienne's threats!

But this gal was too crafty, she even knew who he had a crush on!

She was holding his weakness in the palm of her hands!

He hadn't even confessed to her yet, if word got out, they wouldn't even be able to remain friends.

Upon seeing Logan actually instructing people to tie him up, Oberon was pissed, "Logan, you dare! If

you lay a finger on me, you're dead!"

But Logan just lifted his head, sneering, "What's it got to do with me? It's Ms. Vivienne who asked me

to do it! My mom told me to always listen to the teacher in school!"

Oberon was so angry he could barely see straight.

Logan, who originally didn't respect Vivienne, was now starting to.

In this class, his biggest beef was with Oberon.

Of course, there was also Charlotte, but he didn't really have any major issues with her.

There were over forty students in this class, divided into three factions, that was Oberon, Charlotte and

him.

The most intense conflicts were between him and Oberon!

Charlotte was a tough person, but she rarely picked fights, so people generally just argued with her

from time to time.

Thinking about how Vivienne had just hit Oberon with a stick until he couldn't fight back, he really

admired her. Anyway, seeing Oberon take a hit was always satisfying.

So, he quickly had people tie Oberon up and hang him.

Oberon, hanging from the ceiling, was cursing Vivienne, "You bitch, if you're so tough, kill me! If you

can't kill me, I'll make your life a living hell!"

Vivienne glanced at him, saying seriously, "I have your dad's number, before you make my life a living

hell, shouldn't you ask for his opinion?"

Oberon was at a loss for words.

Was this woman out of her mind?

This was a dispute between children, why involve the parents?

Wait?

How did she get his father's number?

He didn't remember his father knowing someone like this.

Vivienne didn't care what he was thinking, she took out her phone and dialed a number.

The call connected quickly.

Vivienne said, "Mr. Harper, it's an honor, I'm your son's teacher right now. He's not listening to me and

even threatened to kill me. I'm a civilized person, so I'm tattling to you, he's right next to me, maybe you

want to teach him a lesson?"

On the other end of the line, Oberon's father, Alistair Harper, was silent for a moment.

After two seconds of silence, he yelled, "Oberon, you worthless piece of crap! I sent you to school, not

to rebel against me! You actually threatened to kill your teacher? Listen up, if you can't get into college Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

this year, I'm kicking you out, you'll be begging on the street! You really pissed me off! I'm coming to

Havenwood, to teach you a lesson, you little shit!"

Oberon fell silent.

He thought to himself, "What the hell did I do wrong?"

The sound of Alistair's angry voice echoed through the classroom via the phone, leaving the students

stunned.

Was this how this teacher handle things?

Wasn't she supposed to argue with the other party or coax them to discipline their own children?

What just happened?

Vivienne hung up the phone, Oberon fuming at her, "So your uncivilized method is tattling? What kind

of gentleman does that? If you're any kind of a man, you would face me one-on-one, I look down on

you if you don't."

Vivienne casually put her phone back in her pocket, saying nonchalantly, "I'm not a gentleman to begin

with, tattling is my style, yeah, you heard right, I'm a tattletale!"

Oberon and the other students fell silent.

What's going on, she just admitted she's a tattletale, and she's so arrogant about it?

Oberon was so angry he was hopping mad, he felt utterly frustrated!

Vivienne didn't pay him any more mind. She strolled up to the snake that had recoiled back into its

cage from her earlier scare, nabbed it casually, then grabbed a rope and hopped onto the desk.

Oberon jumped out of his skin, his voice shaking like a leaf, "Wha-what are you doing? Are you going

to kill me? We live under the rule of law, so you can't do this!"

He was scared out of his wits, wanted to bolt, but he was tied up, no escape in sight.

Vivienne secured the snake onto his body, then placed a small box on Oberon's chest, creating a safe

distance between him and the snake to prevent it from biting him.

The snake's head was level with Oberon's eyes, and it even stuck its tongue out at him.

Oberon was petrified, staring at the snake without daring to move or speak.

He was terrified that if he didn't pay attention, he'd get bitten.

Then he felt a warm liquid trickling down below. His face turned beet red.

Holy cow!

He'd wet his pants!

Even though it was just a small amount, it didn't change the embarrassing fact that he'd pissed himself.

Not wanting his classmates to see, he clamped his legs together tightly.

"This is what I call uncivilized methods!" Just at the height of Oberon's panic, Vivienne suddenly said,

nonchalantly.