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 a

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

inside, Percival tried to set

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of

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

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

pinning her close. "Not

breath brushing his

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling

next moment, seated firmly

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

youthful passion about to fade as

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at first

the door broke through

sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to

stood. "Who's looking

Grandpa's downstairs chatting

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters,

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

liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I have the fortune of

living room paused, turning to

descending the staircase, hand in hand

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across

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