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!

was sure, absolutely sure,

considered lower than a cake

to disappear from this world for a

shortcake, then leaned back against

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

shortcake this

suddenly pulled Percival's neck down, pressing him firmly

all, would be best when it was a

raised an eyebrow. His little

would not mind

not him being

Absolutely not!

Percival leaned in once more, claiming her

needles; he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot before! Even with

"Beep!"

the worst timing for a message, but he had no choice;

his throat. "Percival, the target is on

curtain was drawn back, and the smell of strawberry shortcake

sitting up

the narrow-minded

"Pursue."

gaze lingered on Vivienne's slightly flushed cheeks, a smile

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

target

at how

stopped in a secluded area on the outskirts of

surrounded. I guarantee not

ears of all

Agency and an earpiece, Leopold was all charged up, heading towards

could get close, Percival blocked his

"Stay back, Husky."

at a loss

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

is right," Leopold gritted his

they spoke, Percival had already suited

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