Scott was Mr. B's double, and no one but the head of the GTO could locate him.

So, of course, he could not just drop dead that easily.

Besides, would death not be too kind?

If it had not been for him, would her mother have been hunted down all those years ago?

For years, Scott had been playing the part of a lovelorn soul to the outside world, claiming he could not find Karen and swore to bachelorhood.

But aside from the few peaceful years Karen spent by Dorian's side, was it not the GTO that kept sending goons after her?

Scott was a member of the GTO, and Vivienne's mother's death had his fingerprints all over it.

But that score would be settled later.

Suddenly, Vivienne caught the scent of strawberry shortcake.

She opened her eyes, slightly stunned.

There was an actual strawberry shortcake!

"Mr. Wolf, I just adore you," She said, wrapping her arms around Percival's neck, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Percival looked at Vivienne holding the strawberry shortcake like it was a treasure and could not help feeling a bit helpless. Did she really like him?

It was clear as day; she was smitten by the shortcake!

Percival, reduced to less than a piece of cake in making his wife happy.

If word got out, it would be the joke of the century!

But, oh well.

He knew his place all along, and it was definitely below a slice of strawberry shortcake.

Percival leaned his head on Vivienne's shoulder, his deep, well-like eyes surprisingly showing a hint of hurt.

Vivienne blinked back her pain, scooped up a spoonful of the strawberry shortcake, and brought it to Percival's lips. "Just one bite, no more!" This was the strawberry shortcake. She could not bear to part with even a single spoonful!

Percival was speechless.

All right then!

sure, he ranked below

first man in history to be considered lower than a cake by his

from

then leaned back against Percival,

draped his jacket over her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned

a strawberry shortcake this way

and suddenly pulled Percival's neck

all, would be best when it was a two-way

His little lady had

would not mind

was not him

Absolutely not!

leaned in once more, claiming

driver's seat, Thomas was on pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this

"Beep!"

breath. This was the worst timing for a message, but he had

the target

of strawberry shortcake

were sitting

he the

"Pursue."

lingered on Vivienne's slightly flushed cheeks, a smile curling at the corner of his

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has

smirked at how impatient the target

enough, the black Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on the outskirts of some abandoned urban

surrounded. I guarantee

the ears of all the operatives within a three-mile

from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold was all charged

could get close, Percival

"Stay back, Husky."

was at a loss

not make a move or would be mobbed, even though he was a mid-level leader

his teeth, offering a begrudging

they spoke, Percival had already suited

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