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!

absolutely sure, he

be considered lower than a cake by his

to disappear from

happily finished her strawberry shortcake, then leaned back against Percival, content and ready for

sleeping face, and unconsciously leaned down

a strawberry shortcake this way was

her eyes still closed, Vivienne smiled slightly and suddenly

after all, would be best when

little lady had teased

not mind

him

Absolutely not!

thought, Percival leaned in once

needles; he had never felt the Lincoln’s driver’s seat

the curtain drawn, even with his eyes

“Beep!”

breath. This was the worst timing for a message, but

the

drawn back, and the smell

in the rear-view

two of them were sitting up straight as if

the

“Pursue.”

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

Meanwhile, Vivienne’s phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

the target has

at how impatient the target

in a secluded area

area surrounded. I

all the operatives within a three-mile radius via

vest with special gloves from Vanguard Agency

get close, Percival blocked his

“Stay back, Husky.”

at a loss for

move or would be mobbed, even though he was a mid-level leader known as

is right,” Leopold gritted his teeth, offering

Percival had already suited up, ready for

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

eyebrow.

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

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