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!

sure, absolutely sure, he ranked

history to be considered lower

to disappear from this

leaned back against Percival, content

his jacket over her, watching her sleeping

strawberry shortcake this way

closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly pulled Percival’s neck down, pressing him firmly

after all, would be best when it

raised an eyebrow. His little lady had teased

not mind

not him being a

Absolutely not!

Percival leaned in once

and needles; he had never

curtain drawn, even with his eyes fixed ahead, even

“Beep!”

breath. This was the worst timing for a

the target

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

glanced in the rear-view

of them were sitting up straight as if they were

he the

“Pursue.”

Vivienne’s slightly flushed

Meanwhile, Vivienne’s phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

target has been

at how impatient the

a secluded area on the outskirts of

surrounded. I

all the operatives within a three-mile radius

vest with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold

could get close, Percival

“Stay back, Husky.”

at a

would be mobbed, even though he was a

right,” Leopold gritted his teeth,

spoke, Percival had already suited up, ready

about to speak, Percival said,

an eyebrow. “Maybe I

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

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