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!

was sure, absolutely sure, he ranked below a

in history to be considered lower than

wanted to disappear from this

happily finished her strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content and ready for

sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to kiss her

a strawberry shortcake this

closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly pulled

after all, would be best when it was

an eyebrow. His little lady had teased him

he would not mind

not him being a

Absolutely not!

that thought, Percival leaned in once more, claiming her lips

was on pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln’s

the curtain drawn, even with

“Beep!”

was the worst timing for a message, but

the target is

privacy curtain was drawn back, and the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang

glanced in

them were sitting up straight

he the

“Pursue.”

single word from Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne’s slightly flushed cheeks,

Meanwhile, Vivienne’s phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has been

how impatient

the black Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on the outskirts of some

area surrounded. I guarantee not

smug voice instantly reached the ears of all the operatives within a three-mile radius via wireless

Agency and an earpiece, Leopold was all charged

he could get close, Percival blocked

“Stay back, Husky.”

a loss for

move or would be mobbed, even though he was

his teeth, offering

Percival had already

speak, Percival said, “Vivienne, wait for me

raised an eyebrow.

his gun and holstered it at his waist. “You sit here and command

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