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.

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

tried to set her down on the

straddling him

up at the mischievous girl

perched on Percival’s lap, her fingertips teasing his neck. “Mr.

her close. “Not as

Percival, her breath brushing

pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over

entwined with his, their gazes

at the nape of his neck, pulling

next moment,

lips tenderly quenched the thirst

back the intensity of youthful passion about

commitment recognized at first

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

on the couch, and

his suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

little head appeared, her young face wearing a knowing smile, “Vivienne, I didn’t mean to

bit embarrassed, Vivienne stood. “Who’s

downstairs chatting with her. Oh, and an unfamiliar

got it.” With that, Vivienne and

man and a woman about business matters, allowing

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

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

though it was his first

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

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

in the living room paused, turning to

was descending the staircase, hand in hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

new head of the design department, Belle,” whispered the HR director,

down the Chairman like a fearless calf facing

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