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!

was sure, absolutely sure,

be considered lower than a

wanted to disappear from

leaned back against Percival, content and

draped his jacket over her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to kiss

a strawberry shortcake this way was indeed the

slightly and suddenly

would be best when it was a

an eyebrow. His little

not mind another

him

Absolutely not!

in once more,

driver's seat this hot before!

"Beep!"

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

his throat. "Percival, the target is on the

shortcake mixed with the tang of romance

them were sitting up straight as if

the

"Pursue."

a single word from Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne's slightly flushed cheeks, a smile curling

Meanwhile, Vivienne's phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target

at how impatient the target

the black Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on the outskirts

area surrounded. I guarantee

voice instantly reached the ears of all the operatives within

with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an

close,

"Stay back, Husky."

a loss for

a move or would be mobbed, even though he

Leopold gritted his teeth, offering

had already suited up, ready for

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