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.”

glare at Percival’s retreating back. “Just like

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

inside, Percival tried to set her down

position, straddling him instead of

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

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

tightened his embrace, pinning her close. “Not as handsome as

into Percival, her breath brushing

into the bed, his suit jacket draping over

entwined with

at the nape of his

the next moment, seated firmly on his

her lips tenderly quenched the thirst

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

commitment recognized at

knock—the sound at the door broke through the

couch, and grabbed a bag

adjusted his suit, concealing the lipstick mark on

The knocker was Isolde.

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

embarrassed, Vivienne stood. “Who’s looking

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

it.” With that, Vivienne and Percival

woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

our new Head of Design, Belle. She’s a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs

greeted Richard with a nod, “Mr. Ellington, now that I’m on board, I’ll be straightforward, and

it was

Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I have the fortune of

with Master Jessica?” Suddenly, a deep, dark voice

living

descending the staircase,

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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

of youth — staring down the Chairman like a fearless calf facing a wolf. She must have a death

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