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.

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

tried to set

straddling him instead of the princess

and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed,

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really is quite

embrace, pinning her close.

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in

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

her legs entwined with

restlessly at the nape of his

over the next moment, seated firmly on

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

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke through the

the couch, and grabbed a

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

I didn't mean to interrupt. Someone's here to see you both. That's why

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

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

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

man and a woman about

Ellington Group's HR department said, "this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year? That

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

the living room paused, turning

descending the staircase, hand in

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across her

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