The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 382

Scott was Mr. B’s double, and no one but the head of the GTO could locate him.

So, of course, he could not just drop dead that easily.

Besides, would death not be too kind?

If it had not been for him, would her mother have been hunted down all those years ago?

For years, Scott had been playing the part of a lovelorn soul to the outside world, claiming he could not find Karen and swore to bachelorhood.

But aside from the few peaceful years Karen spent by Dorian’s side, was it not the GTO that kept sending goons after her?

Scott was a member of the GTO, and Vivienne’s mother’s death had his fingerprints all over it.

But that score would be settled later.

Suddenly, Vivienne caught the scent of strawberry shortcake.

She opened her eyes, slightly stunned.

There was an actual strawberry shortcake!

“Mr. Wolf, I just adore you,” She said, wrapping her arms around Percival’s neck, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Percival looked at Vivienne holding the strawberry shortcake like it was a treasure and could not help feeling a bit helpless.

Did she really like him?

It was clear as day; she was smitten by the shortcake!

Percival, reduced to less than a piece of cake in making his wife happy.

If word got out, it would be the joke of the century!

But, oh well.

He knew his place all along, and it was definitely below a slice of strawberry shortcake.

Percival leaned his head on Vivienne’s shoulder, his deep, well-like eyes surprisingly showing a hint of hurt.

Vivienne blinked back her pain, scooped up a spoonful of the strawberry shortcake, and brought it to Percival’s lips. “Just one bite, no more!”

This was the strawberry shortcake. She could not bear to part with even a single spoonful!

Percival was speechless.

All right then!

absolutely sure, he ranked below a

to be considered lower than a

from this world for

back

watching her sleeping face, and

a strawberry shortcake this way was indeed the

eyes still closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly

would be best when it

an eyebrow. His little

he would not

not him being

Absolutely not!

thought, Percival leaned in once

was on pins and needles; he had

the curtain drawn, even with his eyes fixed ahead, even

“Beep!”

the worst timing for a message, but he had

“Percival, the target is on

back, and the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang of

in

were sitting up straight as if they were

the narrow-minded

“Pursue.”

gaze lingered on Vivienne’s slightly flushed cheeks,

Meanwhile, Vivienne’s phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

target has

smirked at how impatient the

black Lincoln stopped in a secluded

area surrounded. I guarantee not even a fly

instantly reached the ears of all the operatives

a bulletproof vest with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold was all charged

get close, Percival

“Stay back, Husky.”

a loss for

dared not make a move or would be

Leopold gritted his

spoke, Percival had already suited up, ready for

speak, Percival said, “Vivienne, wait

an eyebrow. “Maybe

waist. “You sit here and command me, and I’ll

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