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, he ranked below a

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

to disappear from

finished her strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against Percival,

over her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned

strawberry shortcake this way

slightly and suddenly

best when it was a

an eyebrow. His little lady had

not

him

Absolutely not!

thought, Percival leaned in once

never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot before! Even with the curtain drawn, even with his

"Beep!"

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

cleared his throat. "Percival, the target

the privacy curtain was drawn back, and the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang

sitting up straight

he the

"Pursue."

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

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has been

at how impatient the target

a secluded area on the outskirts of some

we've got the area surrounded. I guarantee not even

the ears of all the operatives within a three-mile radius via wireless

in a bulletproof vest with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and

close, Percival blocked his

"Stay back, Husky."

at a

Agency operatives, Leopold dared not make a move or would be mobbed,

is right," Leopold gritted his

had already suited up, ready for

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