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

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

from

happily finished her strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content and ready for a

draped his jacket over her, watching her sleeping

strawberry shortcake this way

eyes still closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly pulled Percival's neck down, pressing him firmly to

all, would be best when it

eyebrow. His little lady had

would not mind another

him being a

Absolutely not!

that thought, Percival leaned in once

pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot before! Even with the curtain drawn, even

"Beep!"

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

his throat. "Percival, the

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

were sitting up straight as if they were

the narrow-minded

"Pursue."

Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne's slightly flushed cheeks,

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has been

at how impatient the

Lincoln stopped in a secluded

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

smug voice instantly reached the ears of all the operatives within a three-mile radius via wireless

with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold

he could get close, Percival

"Stay back, Husky."

at a loss for

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

Leopold gritted his teeth, offering a begrudging

Percival had already suited up, ready for

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