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."

back. "Just like your father,

arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him

inside, Percival tried to set her

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with barely restrained

his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really is quite

pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

Percival, her breath brushing

bed, his suit jacket draping over

her legs entwined with his,

restlessly at the nape of his neck,

them over the next moment,

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of

holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

affirming a commitment recognized at

sound at the door broke through

on the couch, and grabbed a bag

concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

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

it." With that, Vivienne

conversing with a man and a woman about

new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs

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 from

the living room paused, turning to

descending the staircase,

gaze lingering on

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