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."

back. "Just like your father, stubborn as

wrapped around his neck, allowing him to

to set her down on

position, straddling

Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat 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

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome

her breath brushing his face in

bed, his suit jacket draping over

with

the nape of his

them over the next moment, seated firmly on his

quenched the thirst of the

back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

affirming a commitment recognized at

at the door broke

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

didn't mean

Vivienne stood. "Who's

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

Vivienne and Percival

was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to

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

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,

living room paused, turning

was descending the staircase, hand

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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