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."

glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just

embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck,

set her down on the

straddling him instead of the princess

steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at

his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a faint

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

her legs entwined with his, their gazes

of his neck, pulling at the

the next moment, seated

quenched the thirst of

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he

a commitment recognized at first

knock-the sound at the

couch, and grabbed a bag

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an

that, Vivienne and Percival descended

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman

from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year? That was her

Ellington, now that I'm on board, I'll be straightforward, and I hope you won't mind." "Speak your mind." Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I wonder,

in the living room paused, turning to

was descending the staircase, hand in

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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