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

Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing

to set

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

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

teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf,

tightened his embrace, pinning her

her breath brushing

into the bed, his suit jacket draping over

her legs entwined with

of

over the next moment, seated

quenched the thirst of the

of youthful

a commitment recognized

sound at the door

on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

little head appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both. That's why I

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

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

it." With that, Vivienne and

was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters,

is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed

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, do I have the

in the living room paused, turning to

was descending the staircase, hand in hand with

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across

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