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, absolutely sure, he ranked below

be considered lower than a

disappear from this

leaned back against Percival, content and ready for

her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down

a strawberry shortcake this way was indeed the

closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly pulled Percival's

would be best when it was

eyebrow. His little lady

would not mind

was not him

Absolutely not!

in once

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

"Beep!"

breath. This was the worst timing for

"Percival, the target is on the

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

two of them were sitting up straight as if they

he the narrow-minded

"Pursue."

gaze lingered on Vivienne's slightly flushed cheeks,

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has been

at how impatient the target

secluded area on the outskirts

I guarantee not

all the operatives within a three-mile radius via

special gloves from Vanguard Agency

close,

"Stay back, Husky."

at a loss for

operatives, Leopold dared not make a move or would be mobbed, even though he was a mid-level leader known

his teeth, offering a begrudging

had already suited

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