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."

at Percival's retreating back. "Just

into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him

tried to set her down on

shifted her position, straddling him instead

himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple

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

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit

with his, their gazes deep as the

at the nape of his neck, pulling at

them over the next moment, seated

tenderly quenched the

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

affirming a commitment recognized at first

at the door broke through

on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

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

that, Vivienne and Percival descended

conversing with 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 a famed designer from Omorol Design

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

the living

was descending the staircase, hand in

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping

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