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

be considered lower than a

disappear from this world for

happily finished her strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content

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

strawberry shortcake this

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

best when it

raised an eyebrow. His little lady had teased him once

would not

not him

Absolutely not!

once more, claiming her lips with

had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat

"Beep!"

worst timing for a

cleared his throat. "Percival, the target is on the

shortcake mixed with the tang of romance flooded

sitting up straight as if they

he the

"Pursue."

lingered on Vivienne's slightly flushed

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has

how impatient the

Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on the outskirts of some abandoned

area surrounded. I guarantee not even a fly

all the operatives within a three-mile radius via

special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece,

close, Percival blocked his

"Stay back, Husky."

a loss

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

is right," Leopold gritted his

Percival had already suited up, ready for

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