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

man in history to be considered

to disappear from this

back against Percival, content and

watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down

shortcake this way was

and suddenly pulled Percival's neck down, pressing him

after all, would be best

an eyebrow. His little lady had teased him

he would not mind another

not him being

Absolutely not!

in once more, claiming her lips

the driver's seat, Thomas was on pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot before! Even with the curtain drawn, even with his

"Beep!"

his breath. This was the worst timing for a message, but he

his throat. "Percival, the target is on

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

were sitting up

he the narrow-minded

"Pursue."

slightly flushed cheeks, a smile curling at the corner

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has

smirked at how

a secluded area on the outskirts of some abandoned urban

area surrounded. I guarantee not even

all the operatives within

with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold

close, Percival blocked his

"Stay back, Husky."

was at a loss for

dared not make a move or would be mobbed, even

his teeth, offering a

Percival had already suited up,

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