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, he ranked below

in history to be considered

from this world for a

back against Percival, content and ready for a

her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to

shortcake this way

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

be best when it was a two-way

little

he would not mind

not him

Absolutely not!

in once more, claiming

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

“Beep!”

timing for a message,

“Percival, the target

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

glanced in the rear-view

were sitting

the

“Pursue.”

a single word from Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne’s slightly flushed cheeks, a smile curling at

Meanwhile, Vivienne’s phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target

how impatient the target

enough, the black Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on

area surrounded. I guarantee not even a fly could

voice instantly reached the ears of all

from Vanguard Agency

could get close, Percival

“Stay back, Husky.”

at a loss for

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

gritted his teeth, offering a

they spoke, Percival had already

to speak, Percival said, “Vivienne, wait

eyebrow. “Maybe I can

his waist. “You sit here and

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