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."

Percival's retreating back. "Just like your father, stubborn

his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around

inside, Percival tried to set her down on

shifted her position, straddling him instead

sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His

perched on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really

pinning her close.

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

pressed Vivienne into the bed,

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as

nape of his neck,

flipped them over the next moment,

quenched the

intensity of youthful passion about to fade

commitment recognized at first

at the door broke through the

couch,

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

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

Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company.

a nod, "Mr. 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

living room

descending the staircase, hand in hand

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

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