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,

to be considered lower than a cake by

to disappear from this world for

her strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content

draped his jacket over her, watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to

a strawberry shortcake this way

Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly

after all, would be best

eyebrow. His little lady had teased him

not mind another

was not him

Absolutely not!

thought, Percival leaned in once more,

was on pins and needles; he had never

with the curtain drawn, even with his

“Beep!”

This was the worst timing for a

the

the privacy 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 narrow-minded

“Pursue.”

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

Meanwhile, Vivienne’s phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

target has

smirked at how impatient the target

a secluded area on the outskirts of

I guarantee not even a fly could

instantly reached the ears of all the operatives within

with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and

close, Percival blocked

“Stay back, Husky.”

was at a loss for

a move or would

right,” Leopold gritted his

spoke, Percival had already suited up, ready for

Vivienne was about to speak, Percival said, “Vivienne, wait

eyebrow. “Maybe I can

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

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