The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 382

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, absolutely sure, he

in history to be considered lower than a

disappear from this

strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against

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

a strawberry shortcake this way

her eyes still closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly

would be best when it

His little lady

not mind another

was not him being

Absolutely not!

in once more, claiming

pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat

"Beep!"

under his breath. This was the worst timing for a message, but he had no choice;

cleared his throat. "Percival, the target

strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang of romance flooded the car.

sitting up straight as if

the

"Pursue."

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

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has been

at how impatient the

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

area surrounded. I guarantee not even

of all

a bulletproof vest with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold was all charged up,

he could get close, Percival blocked

"Stay back, Husky."

at a

or would be mobbed, even though he was a mid-level leader

gritted his teeth, offering a begrudging

spoke, Percival had already suited up, ready

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