The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 632

Percival's words hung heavy in the air as he caught sight of Vivienne's sparkling eyes, realizing he might have said something he should not have. The little minx was clearly looking forward to it.

With a sly grin, Vivienne stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Percival's neck, calling him harsh while pressing her lips to his.

One kiss, no more, no less!

Vivienne was the epitome of a shrewd businesswoman. She adhered to contracts religiously, taking the concept of fair dealing to the next level.

Her reputation was that of a fair and honest trader!

With a single arm, Percival caught Vivienne's waist, pinning her down onto the couch.

His potent presence filled the office, his broad palms gripping Vivienne's slender waist as his other hand braced against the couch, his face inching ever closer.

Vivienne, still clasping Percival's neck with interlocked fingers, arched her back. She curled her lips into a mischievous smile, her gaze lingering on Percival's hormone-charged face for a few seconds. Suddenly, she pushed forcefully against the back of his head, pulling him down with all her might.

Foreplay seemed rather unnecessary.

Their lips intertwined, a maelstrom of intimacy slowly cascading down like a waterfall, weaving into streams of passion.

The hand Percival had on the couch flexed, his fingers, pale as leeks, straining to contain the desires that bubbled from deep within.

This was the office.

Beyond the door were countless employees.

He must not give in to impulse.

Control, control!

But the struggle only made his kisses sweeter, as if dipped in honey, unable to leave the blossoming fields.

ignored by the pair, lost in each

the persistent ring finally irked

glance, he snatched up the phone and barked,

with a tinge of hurt, "Percival, why are you angry?

then did Percival glance at the caller

Isolde, I just didn't notice it was you.

sat up; the office was quiet enough that she could

from Percival, Isolde's sobs settled, and she slowly revealed her reason for

it can't be fixed. Mara's locked herself in her room crying, and Mom looks so worried." Cecilia had found the best plastic surgeon for Mara, but the poison from Keco, coupled with the long-unhealed

joke with a 'Buffoon Ranking,' and Mara topped it without competition! Now, learning her face was beyond saving, Mara had shut herself away,

in a frenzy, begging Mara

knew Mara would

mom to let Mara

online. How could she ignore Mara, a living, breathing person? She can't just let her be." As they spoke, Cecilia's shouts for help echoed through the phone.

eyes narrowed. "Isolde,

my God, there's so much blood.

Mara's defiance was one thing, but scaring his mother and

"I'm on my way."

hurried off,

home. You don't need to

Mara's stunt

scare was

from M State all the way to Rivenwood, enduring countless humiliations without a thought of suicide. Her facial scars were not new

Clearly, it was a ploy to make Cecilia swallow her pride and beg Vivienne

"No

don't want you compromising yourself," Percival

of pity, giving them a chance

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