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

considered lower than a

disappear from this world for

shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content

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

strawberry shortcake this

slightly and suddenly

best when it

an eyebrow. His little lady had

he would not mind another

him being a

Absolutely not!

in once

never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot

"Beep!"

timing for a message,

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

of them were sitting up straight as

the narrow-minded

"Pursue."

word from Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne's slightly

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target

smirked at how impatient

a secluded area on the outskirts of some abandoned

surrounded. I

reached the ears of all the

Agency and

get close, Percival blocked his

"Stay back, Husky."

a

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

gritted his teeth, offering

had already suited up,

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