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

history to be considered lower than a cake by his

wanted to disappear from this world

shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content and ready

draped his jacket over her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously

shortcake this way was indeed the

and suddenly pulled Percival's neck

would be best when it was

His little lady had teased

would not mind

not him

Absolutely not!

once more, claiming her lips with

felt the Lincoln's driver's seat

"Beep!"

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

throat. "Percival, the target is

a snap, the privacy curtain was drawn back, and the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with

two of them were sitting up straight as if they

he the narrow-minded

"Pursue."

word from Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne's slightly flushed cheeks, a smile curling at the corner of

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target

at how impatient

black Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on

area surrounded. I guarantee

reached the ears of all the operatives within a three-mile radius

special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold was all charged

he could get close,

"Stay back, Husky."

a loss for

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

Leopold gritted his teeth, offering

Percival had already suited

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