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."

retreating back. "Just like your father, stubborn

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

set her down on the

position, straddling him instead of

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

fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your uncle

her close. "Not as handsome

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face

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

heavy, her legs entwined with

played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

the next moment, seated firmly on

tenderly quenched the thirst of

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

affirming a commitment recognized

the door

sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's looking for

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

With that, Vivienne and Percival descended the

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

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

"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

in the living

was descending the staircase, hand in hand

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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