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

considered lower than a cake

from this world

her strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content and

her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to kiss

this way

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

best when it was

an eyebrow. His little lady had

would not

was not him

Absolutely not!

leaned in once more, claiming her

felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot

"Beep!"

was the worst timing for a message, but

throat. "Percival, the target is on

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

sitting up straight as if

the narrow-minded

"Pursue."

on Vivienne's slightly flushed

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has

smirked at how impatient the target

black Lincoln stopped in a secluded

got the area surrounded. I guarantee not even a fly

reached the ears of all the

from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold was all charged

could get close,

"Stay back, Husky."

at a loss

by Vanguard Agency operatives, Leopold dared not make a move or would be mobbed, even though he was

gritted his teeth,

already suited up, ready for

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