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!

absolutely sure, he

to be considered lower

wanted to disappear from this world for a

shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content and ready

sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to

shortcake this way was indeed the

slightly and suddenly pulled Percival's

all, would be best when

eyebrow. His little lady

he would not mind

not him

Absolutely not!

leaned in once more, claiming her

never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat

"Beep!"

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

cleared his throat. "Percival, the target is

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

two of them were sitting up straight

the narrow-minded

"Pursue."

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

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has

smirked at how

black Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on

got the area surrounded. I guarantee not

of all the

vest with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold was all charged up, heading

could get close,

"Stay back, Husky."

a loss

would

is right," Leopold gritted his

spoke, Percival had already suited

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