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,

considered lower than

to disappear from

back against

watching her sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down to kiss

a strawberry shortcake this way was indeed the

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

best

an eyebrow. His little

he would not mind

not him being a

Absolutely not!

Percival leaned in once more, claiming her lips

Thomas was on pins and needles; he had never felt the Lincoln’s

with the curtain drawn, even with his eyes fixed

“Beep!”

his breath. This was the worst timing for a message, but he had no choice;

cleared his throat. “Percival, the target

and the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang of

glanced in the rear-view

them were sitting up straight as if they

he the narrow-minded

“Pursue.”

his gaze lingered on Vivienne’s slightly

Meanwhile, Vivienne’s phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has been

how impatient

in a secluded

surrounded. I guarantee not even a fly could

voice instantly reached the ears of all

with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold

he could get close,

“Stay back, Husky.”

was at a

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

right,” Leopold gritted his teeth, offering a begrudging

already suited up,

speak, Percival said, “Vivienne, wait for

raised an eyebrow. “Maybe

waist. “You sit here and command me,

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