The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 463

Vivienne glanced over and could not help but marvel.

“Damn, he’s handsome!”

Mr. Wolf was not wrong; Flynn was a knockout!

He had that refined, aristocratic charm with just a hint of rebellion—undeniably attractive.

A different breed from Percival entirely.

But she still thought Mr. Wolf was the handsomest of them all.

That did not stop her from acknowledging Flynn’s appeal, though.

“Gorgeous,” Vivienne said, stars practically twinkling in her eyes.

There it was, her weakness for a pretty face had kicked in!

Isolde wrapped her arms around Vivienne’s neck, her tiny finger pressed to her lips, “Shh, Percival can’t hear you call another man handsome, though I admit, Uncle Flynn is quite a looker.”

Vivienne flipped to another photo—this one a selfie.

The girl in it was turned away, her back to Flynn, who was facing the camera, her hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Isolde peeked at the picture and said, “That’s Uncle Flynn’s girlfriend. I adore her hair—it’s like a cascade.”

Vivienne nodded, about to say more when Percival snatched the phone away.

His fingers danced over the screen, swiftly deleting Flynn from Cecilia’s photo album.

Cecilia yelped, giving Percival a playful slap. “Hey, what are you doing deleting your uncle?!”

In a fit of jealousy, Percival plucked Isolde from Vivienne’s embrace, swiped a few snack bags, and whisked Vivienne away.

Isolde stared at the half-empty snack bag and sighed like a tiny adult. “Boy, jealous men are scary.”

at Percival’s retreating back. “Just like your father, stubborn

her slender arms wrapped around his neck,

to set her down on

shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam’s

perched on Percival’s lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. “Mr. Wolf, your uncle really is quite

his embrace, pinning her

breath brushing his face in a faint

Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her

legs entwined with

restlessly at the nape of his

over the next moment,

quenched the thirst of the land

himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to

a commitment recognized at

the

couch, and

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, “Vivienne, I didn’t

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. “Who’s

know, a pretty lady, Grandpa’s downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and

got it.” With that, Vivienne and

and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia

“this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She’s a

“Mr. Ellington, now that I’m on board, I’ll be straightforward, and I

it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her

the latest jewelry concept.

you need with Master Jessica?” Suddenly, a

living room

was descending the staircase, hand

caught her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

right here is the chairman, Mr. Percival. Mr. Percival, this is our new head of the design department, Belle,” whispered

down the Chairman like a fearless calf facing a

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