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."

back. "Just like your father, stubborn as

his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing

Percival tried to set

position, straddling him instead of

the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with barely restrained

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. "Mr. Wolf, your

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. "Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

bed, his suit jacket draping over her

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

flipped them over the next moment, seated firmly on

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

holding back the intensity of youthful passion about

affirming a commitment

the door broke

couch, and grabbed a bag

suit, concealing the lipstick

The knocker was Isolde.

knowing smile, "Vivienne, I didn't mean to

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood.

downstairs chatting with her. Oh,

With that, Vivienne

with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

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

liked her frankness. Belle smiled. "I heard Master Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I wonder,

the living room paused, turning

was descending the staircase, hand in hand

her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping across

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