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, he

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

disappear from this

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

her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to kiss

a strawberry shortcake this way

closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly pulled Percival's neck down, pressing

all, would be best when

little

not mind

was not him being

Absolutely not!

in once more, claiming

driver's seat, Thomas was on pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot

"Beep!"

breath. This was the worst timing for a message, but he had no

cleared his throat. "Percival, the target

smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang of romance flooded the

the two of them were sitting up straight as

he the narrow-minded

"Pursue."

Vivienne's slightly flushed cheeks, a smile curling at the corner of

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

target has

how impatient the

in a secluded

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

of all the

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

could get close, Percival blocked

"Stay back, Husky."

a loss

Vanguard Agency operatives, Leopold dared not make a move or would be mobbed, even though he was a mid-level leader known

is right," Leopold gritted his teeth, offering

already suited up,

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