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

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

Percival tried to set

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of

at the

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

pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath brushing

into the bed, his suit jacket draping

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his,

played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the

the next moment, seated firmly

the thirst of

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

commitment recognized

knock-the sound at the door broke

on the couch,

the

The knocker was Isolde.

head appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both. That's

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

Vivienne and Percival descended

conversing with a man and a woman

the man from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The

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

in the living room paused, turning to

was descending the staircase, hand in hand

gaze lingering on Percival, a

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