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."

glare at Percival's retreating back.

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

tried to set her down

her position, straddling him instead of the princess

sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl

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

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

her breath brushing

the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

entwined with his, their gazes deep as

played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

over the next moment,

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

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

commitment recognized at first

the door broke

sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood.

Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

Vivienne and Percival

man and a woman about business matters, allowing

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

"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

the living room paused, turning to

descending the staircase, hand in

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

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