The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 463

Vivienne glanced over and could not help but marvel.

"Damn, he's handsome!"

Mr. Wolf was not wrong; Flynn was a knockout!

He had that refined, aristocratic charm with just a hint of rebellion-undeniably attractive.

A different breed from Percival entirely.

But she still thought Mr. Wolf was the handsomest of them all.

That did not stop her from acknowledging Flynn's appeal, though.

"Gorgeous," Vivienne said, stars practically twinkling in her eyes.

There it was, her weakness for a pretty face had kicked in!

Isolde wrapped her arms around Vivienne's neck, her tiny finger pressed to her lips, "Shh, Percival can't hear you call another man handsome, though I admit, Uncle Flynn is quite a looker." Vivienne flipped to another photo—this one a selfie.

The girl in it was turned away, her back to Flynn, who was facing the camera, her hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Isolde peeked at the picture and said, "That's Uncle Flynn's girlfriend. I adore her hair-it's like a cascade."

Vivienne nodded, about to say more when Percival snatched the phone away.

His fingers danced over the screen, swiftly deleting Flynn from Cecilia's photo album.

Cecilia yelped, giving Percival a playful slap. "Hey, what are you doing deleting your uncle?!"

In a fit of jealousy, Percival plucked Isolde from Vivienne's embrace, swiped a few snack bags, and whisked Vivienne away.

Isolde stared at the half-empty snack bag and sighed like a tiny adult. "Boy, jealous men are scary."

a glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just like

her slender arms wrapped around

inside, Percival tried to set her down on the

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple

Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf,

her

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

into the bed, his suit jacket draping

her legs entwined with his,

at the nape of his neck, pulling

them over the next

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

youthful passion about to

commitment recognized

sound at the door broke through the

stood, sat on the couch,

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

head appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh,

got it." With that, Vivienne and

a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on the

Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The

with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I have the fortune of meeting her?" "What

the living room paused, turning

the staircase,

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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