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 ranked below

to be considered lower than a cake by his

wanted to disappear from this world for a

leaned back

over her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to kiss

this

suddenly pulled Percival's neck down, pressing him firmly to

be best when it was

raised an eyebrow. His little lady had teased him once

he would not mind another

not him

Absolutely not!

leaned in once

was on pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's

"Beep!"

cursed under his breath. This was the worst timing for a message, but he had no choice;

his throat. "Percival, the target is on the

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

them were sitting up

he the narrow-minded

"Pursue."

Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne's slightly

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has been

smirked at how

enough, the black Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on the outskirts of some

the area surrounded. I guarantee not even a fly could

all the operatives within a three-mile radius via

Agency and

could get close,

"Stay back, Husky."

a loss for

or would be mobbed, even though he was a mid-level leader known as

right," Leopold gritted his

already suited up,

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