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

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

set her down

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling

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

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

her close. "Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

bed,

with his, their

the nape of his neck, pulling at the

over the next

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of

youthful passion about to

commitment recognized at first

sound at the door

sat on the couch, and grabbed

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting

that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen

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

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

in the living

the staircase, hand in

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

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