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."

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

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

Percival tried to set her down on

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous

fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf,

her close. "Not as handsome as

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his

the bed, his suit jacket

legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

of his neck, pulling at

over the next moment, seated

quenched the thirst of the

holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to

affirming a commitment recognized at

the door broke through the

the couch,

concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

"Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both. That's why

stood. "Who's looking

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

got it." With that, Vivienne and

woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen

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

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

in the living room paused, turning

descending the staircase,

gaze lingering on

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