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,

slender arms wrapped

Percival tried to set

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of

sat on the couch, looking up at

teasing his

her close. "Not as handsome

her breath brushing his face in

pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

over the next moment, seated firmly

the thirst

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

responded, affirming a commitment

knock-the sound at the door broke

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a

his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

young face wearing a knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to interrupt.

Vivienne stood. "Who's looking for

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

it." With that, Vivienne and Percival

Richard was conversing with a man and a woman

"this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She's a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year? That 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 room

was descending the staircase, hand in hand

on Percival, a blush creeping across

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