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."

Percival's retreating back.

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

set her down

position, straddling him instead of

couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him.

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

her close. "Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

bed, his suit jacket

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their

the nape of his

flipped them over the next moment, seated firmly on his

quenched the

back the intensity of youthful passion about

a commitment recognized at

knock, knock-the sound at the door broke

stood, sat on the couch, and

concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

"Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt.

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

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

With that, Vivienne and

man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to

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

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

living

descending the staircase,

gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across

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