The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 463

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

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

set her

shifted her position, straddling him

sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous

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

her close. “Not as handsome

her breath brushing

and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit

entwined with his,

played restlessly at the nape of his neck, pulling at

them over the next moment, seated firmly on

her lips tenderly quenched the

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

commitment recognized at first

knock—the sound at the door

swiftly stood, sat on the couch,

suit, concealing the lipstick mark

The knocker was Isolde.

“Vivienne, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Someone’s

stood. “Who’s

Grandpa’s downstairs chatting with her.

Vivienne and Percival descended the

with a man and a woman about business matters, allowing Cecilia

Belle. She’s a famed designer from Omorol

“Mr. Ellington, now that I’m on

Richard always appreciated candor; though it was his first encounter with Belle, he

Jessica provided the latest jewelry concept.

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

in the living room paused,

was descending the staircase, hand

her breath, her gaze lingering on Percival,

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

Chairman like a fearless calf facing a wolf.

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