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."

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

into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back

set her down on

straddling him instead of

his arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with

Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck.

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing

bed, his suit jacket draping

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with

nape of his neck, pulling at

the next moment, seated firmly on his

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

back the intensity of youthful passion about

affirming a commitment recognized at

the

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both.

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

that, Vivienne and

a woman about business matters,

is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year? That

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

in the living room paused,

staircase,

gaze lingering on

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