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

her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him

Percival tried to set her down on

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead

at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really is

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

breath brushing his

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping

heavy, her legs entwined with his,

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

next moment, seated

lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

back the intensity of youthful passion

responded, affirming a commitment

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through the

sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood.

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

With that, Vivienne and Percival

a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia

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

greeted Richard with 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 concept. I wonder, do I have the fortune of meeting her?" "What do you need with Master Jessica?" Suddenly, a deep, dark voice came

the living room paused,

descending the staircase, hand in hand with

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

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