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 like your father, stubborn

wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back to

inside, Percival tried to set

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with barely restrained

her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf,

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in

the bed, his suit jacket

her legs entwined with

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling

the next moment,

the

holding back the intensity of youthful

affirming a commitment recognized at

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a

concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

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

With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

with a man and a woman

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

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

the living

was descending the staircase, hand

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

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