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!

absolutely sure, he ranked below

to be considered lower than a cake by

disappear from this world

back against Percival, content and

draped his jacket over her, watching her sleeping

strawberry shortcake this way was indeed

still closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly pulled Percival's

be best when it was a

eyebrow. His little lady had teased

not mind another

him

Absolutely not!

leaned in once more, claiming

needles; he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot

"Beep!"

the worst timing for a message,

"Percival, the target is on the

shortcake mixed with the

two of them were sitting up straight as if

he the

"Pursue."

word from Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne's slightly

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has

at how impatient the

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

I guarantee not even

instantly reached the ears of all the

Vanguard Agency

could get close,

"Stay back, Husky."

was at a loss

dared not make a move or would be mobbed, even though he

his teeth, offering a begrudging

spoke, Percival had already suited up,

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