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. "Just like your father, stubborn

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

Percival tried to set her down on

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

wrapped his arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His

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

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

Percival, her breath brushing his face in

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as

of his neck, pulling at the

over the next moment, seated firmly on his

tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

the intensity of youthful passion about to

commitment

the

sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's looking for

a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

With that, Vivienne and

man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to

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

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 Master Jessica?" Suddenly, a deep, dark voice came

three in the living

staircase, hand

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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