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."

glare at Percival's retreating back.

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

inside, Percival tried to set her down

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple

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

embrace, pinning her close.

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a faint

Percival shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling

next moment, seated firmly on

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion

a commitment recognized at

at the door broke through the

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's

Grandpa's downstairs chatting

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

was conversing with a man and a woman

Ellington," the man from Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from

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 with Master Jessica?"

living

staircase, hand in hand with

her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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