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.”

shot a glare at Percival’s retreating back. “Just like your

his embrace, her slender arms wrapped around his

tried to set

position, straddling him instead of the

his arms around Vivienne’s waist, steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above him. His Adam’s

lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. “Mr. Wolf, your uncle really is quite

embrace, pinning her

leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

bed, his suit jacket draping over her

legs entwined with his, their

the nape of his neck, pulling

next

quenched the thirst of the land

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade

commitment recognized

knock, knock—the sound at the door broke through the

on the couch, and grabbed a bag

concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

“Vivienne, I didn’t mean to interrupt.

stood. “Who’s

chatting with her. Oh, and an

Vivienne

was conversing with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia to listen on

“this is our new Head of Design, Belle. She’s a famed designer from Omorol Design Company. The hit designs from last year? That was

“Mr. Ellington, now that I’m on

your mind.” Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his

latest jewelry concept. I wonder, do I have

Suddenly, a deep,

the living room paused, turning

was descending the staircase, hand in hand

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a blush creeping

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

like a fearless calf facing a wolf.

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