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."

shot a glare at Percival's retreating back.

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

Percival tried to set

straddling him instead of the

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

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

embrace, pinning her close. "Not

Percival, her breath brushing his face in a faint

into the bed, his suit jacket draping over

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling

them over the next moment, seated firmly on his

down, her lips tenderly quenched the

youthful passion about to

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at first

at the door broke through

couch,

the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

head appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

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

With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen

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

with a nod, "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 you need

three in the living room

was descending the staircase, hand in hand with

lingering on Percival, a blush creeping

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