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 a

be considered lower than a

disappear from this

her strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against

draped his jacket over her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to

strawberry shortcake this

suddenly pulled Percival's neck down, pressing

best when it was

His little lady

would not mind

was not him being

Absolutely not!

thought, Percival leaned in once more, claiming her

he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot before! Even with the

"Beep!"

the worst timing for a message, but he had no choice; the

throat. "Percival, the target is on

the privacy curtain was drawn back, and the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang of romance flooded the car. Thomas glanced in the rear-view

sitting up straight as if they

the

"Pursue."

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

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has been

how

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

got the area surrounded. I guarantee not even

the ears of all the

Vanguard Agency and an earpiece,

he could get close, Percival

"Stay back, Husky."

at a

not make a move or would be mobbed, even though he

is right," Leopold gritted his teeth, offering a begrudging

they spoke, Percival had already suited up, ready

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