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."

a glare at Percival's retreating back. "Just like

slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to

inside, Percival tried to set her down on the

shifted her position, straddling him

couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above

his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath

into the bed, his suit jacket draping

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with

nape of his neck, pulling

them over the next moment, seated firmly on his

the

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he

commitment recognized at first

sound at the door broke through the steamy

couch,

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

her young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you

Vivienne stood.

pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with her.

Vivienne and Percival descended the

a man and a woman about business matters, allowing

Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company.

greeted Richard 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

in the living room paused, turning to

staircase, hand in hand with

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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