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.”

shot a glare at Percival’s retreating back.

wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry

inside, Percival tried to set her down

shifted her position, straddling him

sat on the couch, looking up at the mischievous girl above

fingertips teasing his neck. “Mr. Wolf, your

her close.

Vivienne leaned into Percival, her breath brushing his face in a

Vivienne into the bed,

heavy, her legs entwined with his, their

at the nape of his neck, pulling at the exposed

over the next

quenched the thirst of the land

back the intensity of youthful passion about to fade as

commitment

knock—the sound at the door broke through the

stood, sat on the couch, and grabbed a bag of

his suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

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

stood. “Who’s looking

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

got it.” With that, Vivienne and Percival

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

Head of Design, Belle.

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

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

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

need with Master Jessica?” Suddenly,

three in the living

was descending the staircase, hand in

breath, her gaze lingering on Percival, a

chairman, Mr. Percival. Mr. Percival, this is our new

a

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