The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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 as

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

tried to set her down

her position, straddling him instead of the

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

fingertips teasing his neck.

pinning her close.

her breath brushing

bed, his suit jacket draping over

grew heavy, her legs entwined with his,

restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at the

them over the next moment, seated firmly

down, her lips tenderly quenched the thirst of the land

the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as he approached

responded, affirming a commitment

knock, knock—the sound at the door broke

swiftly stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a

concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. “Who’s

chatting with her. Oh, and

it.” With that, Vivienne and Percival descended

and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia

the man from 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 from last year? That was her

“Mr. Ellington, now that I’m on board,

mind.” Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he liked her

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

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

in the living

descending the staircase, hand in hand

on Percival, a blush creeping across her

new head of the design department, Belle,”

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