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."

retreating back. "Just like your father, stubborn as

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

tried to set her down

her position, straddling

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

perched on Percival's lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr.

her close. "Not as handsome as

her breath brushing his face

bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

her legs entwined with his, their

of his neck, pulling at

next moment, seated firmly

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

commitment recognized at first

knock-the sound at the door broke through the steamy

swiftly stood, sat on the couch,

his suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing

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

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,

the living

staircase, hand in hand with

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

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