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."

shot a glare at Percival's retreating back.

wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her

to set her down on the

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead

himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him.

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

pinning her close.

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

entwined with his, their

of

the next moment, seated firmly on his

quenched the thirst of the land beneath

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade

a commitment

the door broke through

couch, and grabbed

his suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

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

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen

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

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

living room paused, turning to

the staircase,

lingering on Percival, a

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