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 ranked

considered lower

from

her strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against Percival,

sleeping face,

this way was

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

would be best

eyebrow. His little lady had teased

not

him being a

Absolutely not!

that thought, Percival leaned in once more,

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

"Beep!"

for a message, but he had

throat. "Percival, the target is

shortcake mixed with

two of them were sitting up

he the

"Pursue."

slightly flushed cheeks,

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

target has

at how impatient the

black Lincoln stopped in a secluded

surrounded. I guarantee not even a fly could

voice instantly reached the ears of all the operatives within a three-mile

Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold

close, Percival blocked

"Stay back, Husky."

was at a

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

is right," Leopold gritted his teeth, offering a

they spoke, Percival had already suited

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