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

in history to be considered

disappear from this world for a

leaned back against

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

strawberry shortcake this way was indeed

eyes still closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly pulled

would be best when it

raised an eyebrow. His little

he would not

not him being a

Absolutely not!

leaned in once more, claiming her lips with

on pins and needles;

the curtain drawn, even with

“Beep!”

under his breath. This was the worst timing for a message, but he had

“Percival, the target is on the

and the smell of strawberry shortcake mixed with the tang

in the rear-view

of them were sitting up straight

the narrow-minded

“Pursue.”

his gaze lingered on Vivienne’s slightly flushed cheeks, a smile curling at

Meanwhile, Vivienne’s phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

target

smirked at how impatient the

enough, the black Lincoln stopped in a secluded area on

area surrounded. I guarantee not

all the operatives within a

from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold was all charged up,

could get close, Percival

“Stay back, Husky.”

a loss

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

his teeth,

spoke, Percival had already suited up,

to speak, Percival said,

eyebrow. “Maybe I can

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

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