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 your father, stubborn as a

his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his

inside, Percival tried to set her down on

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the

his arms around Vivienne's waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above

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

embrace, pinning her close. "Not as

breath brushing his face in a faint

the bed, his suit

entwined with

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the

them over the next moment,

quenched the thirst

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

responded, affirming a commitment recognized at first

knock, knock-the sound at the

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag

concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. "Who's looking

pretty lady, Grandpa's downstairs chatting with

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

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

new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The

nod, "Mr. Ellington, now that 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 her?" "What do you need with Master Jessica?"

in the living room

was descending the staircase, hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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