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."

Percival's retreating back.

arms wrapped around his

to set her down

her position, straddling

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

teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle

her close. "Not as handsome

breath brushing his face in a faint

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

entwined with

nape of his neck, pulling at the

the next moment, seated

lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

of youthful passion about

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at first

the door broke through the

on the couch, and grabbed a bag

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

a man and a woman

said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design

"Mr. Ellington, now that I'm on board, I'll be 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 her?" "What do

living room paused,

was descending the staircase,

lingering on Percival, a

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