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.”

retreating back. “Just like your father, stubborn as

into his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back

set her down

position, straddling him instead of the princess

on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His

on Percival’s lap, her fingertips teasing his

her close. “Not

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a faint

pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket

with

nape of his

next moment, seated firmly on his

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

youthful passion

affirming a commitment recognized

the door broke through the

the couch, and grabbed

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on his

The knocker was Isolde.

a knowing smile, “Vivienne, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Someone’s here to see

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. “Who’s looking

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

got it.” With that, Vivienne

woman about business

Ellington,” the man from Ellington Group’s HR department said, “this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She’s a famed

that I’m on

it was his

the latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I have the fortune

Master Jessica?” Suddenly, a deep, dark

living room paused, turning to

the staircase, hand in

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush

chairman, Mr. Percival. Mr. Percival, this is our new head of the design department, Belle,” whispered the HR director, tugging

of youth — staring down the Chairman like a fearless calf

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