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!

sure, absolutely sure, he ranked

in history to be considered

from this

shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content

jacket over her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously

this way

suddenly

after all, would be best when it was a two-way

His little lady had

would not

him

Absolutely not!

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

in the driver’s seat, Thomas was on pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln’s driver’s seat

curtain drawn, even with his eyes fixed

“Beep!”

worst timing for a message, but he

the target

the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang of

in

them were sitting up straight as if they were

the narrow-minded

“Pursue.”

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

Meanwhile, Vivienne’s phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has been

at how impatient the

enough, the black Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on the outskirts

area surrounded. I guarantee not

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

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

could get close,

“Stay back, Husky.”

a loss

dared not make a move or would be mobbed, even though he was a mid-level leader known

Leopold gritted his teeth, offering a

had already suited up, ready

as Vivienne was about to speak, Percival said, “Vivienne, wait for me

an eyebrow. “Maybe I

his gun and holstered it at his waist. “You sit here and command me, and I’ll command these

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