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

to be considered lower than

wanted to disappear from this world for

back against Percival, content and ready for a

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

shortcake this way was

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

all, would be best when it

an eyebrow. His little lady had teased him once

would not mind

not him being a

Absolutely not!

thought, Percival leaned in once more, claiming her

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

even with

“Beep!”

cursed under his breath. This was the worst timing for a

his throat. “Percival, the

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

in the

of them were sitting

the

“Pursue.”

word from Percival, his gaze lingered on Vivienne’s slightly flushed cheeks, a

Meanwhile, Vivienne’s phone buzzed.

It was Draven.

target

smirked at how

a secluded area on the outskirts of some abandoned urban

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

all the operatives within a three-mile radius via

a bulletproof vest with special gloves from Vanguard Agency and an earpiece, Leopold was all

get close,

“Stay back, Husky.”

a loss for

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

right,” Leopold gritted his

Percival had already

speak, Percival said, “Vivienne,

eyebrow.

at his waist. “You sit here and

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