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 your father, stubborn

into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around

to set her down on the

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above

teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle really is

embrace, pinning her

Percival, her breath brushing

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

with his, their

played restlessly at the nape of his

next

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

youthful passion

affirming a commitment recognized at first

at the door broke through the

couch, and grabbed a bag

concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

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

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

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

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

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

in the living

was descending the staircase, hand in

on Percival, a blush creeping across

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