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 ranked below

man in history to be considered lower than a cake

to disappear from this

leaned back against Percival, content and ready for a

his jacket over her, watching her sleeping face, and

a strawberry shortcake this way

slightly and suddenly pulled Percival's neck down, pressing him

would be best when it was a

eyebrow. His little

he would not

not him

Absolutely not!

leaned in once more, claiming her lips

he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's

"Beep!"

for a message, but he had no choice; the mission was

throat. "Percival, the target is

and the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang of romance flooded the car. Thomas

two of them were sitting up straight as

he the

"Pursue."

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

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target

smirked at how impatient the target

in a secluded area on the outskirts of some

got the area surrounded. I guarantee not even a fly

of all the operatives within a three-mile

Vanguard Agency and

he could get close, Percival blocked his

"Stay back, Husky."

at a loss for

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

his teeth, offering a

already suited up,

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