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

man in history to be considered lower

to disappear from this world for

leaned back against Percival,

sleeping face, and unconsciously

strawberry shortcake this

slightly and suddenly pulled Percival's neck down,

best when

little

would not mind another

was not him being

Absolutely not!

Percival leaned in once

had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat this hot before! Even with the curtain drawn, even with his eyes

"Beep!"

timing for a message, but he had no

"Percival, the target is

shortcake mixed with the tang of romance flooded the car. Thomas glanced in the rear-view

the two of them were sitting up straight as if

the narrow-minded

"Pursue."

his gaze lingered 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

at how impatient the

the black Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on

area surrounded. I guarantee not

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

vest with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece,

could get close, Percival blocked

"Stay back, Husky."

was at a loss

Agency operatives, Leopold dared not make a move or would be

his teeth, offering a

spoke, Percival had already suited

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