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

considered lower than a

disappear from this world for

then leaned back against Percival, content and ready for a

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

a strawberry shortcake this way was indeed

suddenly pulled Percival's neck down, pressing him firmly to

would be best when it

little lady had teased

he would not mind

not him

Absolutely not!

once more, claiming her

had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot before! Even with the curtain

"Beep!"

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

"Percival, the

strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang of romance flooded

were sitting up

the

"Pursue."

from Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne's slightly

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

target has

smirked at how impatient the target

a secluded area on the outskirts of some abandoned

I guarantee not even a fly

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

from Vanguard Agency and an

get close,

"Stay back, Husky."

at a loss for

or would be mobbed, even

Leopold gritted his

they spoke, Percival had already

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