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."

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

by Percival, Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry

set her down on the

position, straddling

looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's

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

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

into Percival, her breath brushing his face

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

legs entwined with his,

at the nape of his neck, pulling at

flipped them over the next moment,

tenderly quenched the

youthful passion

commitment

sound at the door broke through the steamy

the couch,

suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't

embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

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

that, Vivienne and Percival descended

a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on the

of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year? That was her

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 jewelry concept. I wonder, do I have the fortune of meeting her?" "What do you need with

in the living room

the staircase, hand in

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

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