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!

was sure, absolutely sure, he ranked below

man in history to be considered lower

wanted to disappear from

leaned back against Percival, content and ready for

her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned

strawberry shortcake this way

and suddenly pulled Percival’s neck down, pressing him firmly to

be best when it was a

raised an eyebrow. His little lady had teased

he would not mind

not him being a

Absolutely not!

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

was on pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln’s driver’s seat this hot

curtain drawn, even with his eyes fixed

“Beep!”

for a message, but he had no

cleared his throat. “Percival, the

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

glanced in the

them were sitting up

the narrow-minded

“Pursue.”

from Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne’s slightly

Meanwhile, Vivienne’s phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

target

at how impatient

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

we’ve got the area surrounded. I guarantee not even

the ears of all the operatives within a three-mile radius via wireless

from Vanguard Agency

could get close,

“Stay back, Husky.”

a loss

Agency operatives, Leopold dared not make a move or would be mobbed, even though

right,” Leopold gritted his teeth, offering a begrudging

already suited

to speak, Percival said,

an eyebrow. “Maybe

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

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