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.”

Percival’s retreating back. “Just like

Vivienne snuggled into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck,

inside, Percival tried to set her down on

Vivienne nimbly shifted her position, straddling him

himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above

her fingertips teasing his neck. “Mr. Wolf, your

embrace, pinning her close. “Not as handsome as

her breath brushing his face in

pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep

fingers played restlessly at the nape of his neck,

over the next moment, seated firmly

the thirst of the

intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

a commitment recognized

knock, knock—the sound at the

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a

the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

“Vivienne, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Someone’s here

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. “Who’s looking

Grandpa’s downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and

that, Vivienne

a man and a woman about business

Ellington Group’s HR department said, “this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She’s a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs

that I’m on board, I’ll be straightforward, and I

candor; though it was his

Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I

you need with Master Jessica?” Suddenly, a deep, dark

the living room paused,

the staircase, hand

her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping

Percival, this is our new head of the design department, Belle,” whispered the HR director, tugging discreetly at

the Chairman like a fearless calf facing

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