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."

retreating back. "Just like

Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped

to set her down on

position, straddling him instead of the princess

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

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

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

breath brushing his face in

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

heavy, her legs entwined with his,

played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

flipped them over the next

tenderly quenched the thirst of the

of youthful passion about to

a commitment recognized at

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through

couch, and grabbed a bag

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt.

Vivienne stood.

a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival

a woman about

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

Belle, he liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry

three in the living room

was descending the staircase, hand in hand with

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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