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 as a

his embrace, her slender arms wrapped

set her down on the

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of

on the couch, looking up at

fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your

his embrace, pinning her close. "Not

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his,

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

over the next moment,

quenched the

the intensity of youthful

responded, affirming a commitment

at the

sat on the couch,

suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's

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

got it." With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters,

Belle. She's a famed designer

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?" Suddenly, a deep, dark

in the living room

descending the staircase, hand in

her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

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