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

be considered lower than

to disappear from this world for a

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

her, watching her sleeping face,

shortcake this

closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly

be best when it was a two-way

eyebrow. His little lady had

not mind another

him being a

Absolutely not!

in once more, claiming her lips

Thomas was on pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln's driver's seat

"Beep!"

cursed under his breath. This was the worst timing for a message, but he had no choice; the

"Percival, the target is

curtain was drawn back, and the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang of romance flooded the

of them were sitting

he the

"Pursue."

Vivienne's slightly flushed cheeks, a

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

target has

how impatient the target

Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on the outskirts of

got the area surrounded. I guarantee not

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

Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold

close,

"Stay back, Husky."

was at a loss for

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

gritted his

already suited up,

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