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. "Just like

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

to set her down on the

position, straddling him instead of the princess

at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed,

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

her close. "Not as

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

legs entwined with his, their gazes

of his neck,

the next moment, seated firmly on his

tenderly quenched the thirst of the land beneath

holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he

responded, affirming a commitment

knock-the sound at the door broke through

couch,

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. "Who's looking

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

got it." With that, Vivienne and

man and a woman about business matters,

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

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 her?" "What do you need with

three in the living room

descending the staircase, hand in hand with

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

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