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.”

at Percival’s retreating back. “Just like your father,

wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her back

tried to set her down on the

nimbly shifted her position, straddling him instead of the princess

steadied himself, and sat on the couch, looking up at

his neck. “Mr. Wolf, your uncle really

pinning her close. “Not as handsome

breath brushing his face

shifted and pressed Vivienne into the bed, his suit jacket draping over her slender

breathing grew heavy, her legs entwined with his, their gazes deep as the

played restlessly at the nape of his

flipped them over the next moment, seated firmly on

the thirst of the

restrained himself, holding back the intensity of youthful passion

affirming a commitment recognized

sound at the door broke through

couch, and grabbed

suit, concealing the

The knocker was Isolde.

I didn’t mean to

stood. “Who’s

lady, Grandpa’s downstairs chatting with her. Oh,

With that, Vivienne and

a man and a woman about business matters, allowing

our new Head of Design, Belle. She’s a famed

now that I’m on board, I’ll

it was his first encounter with Belle, he

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

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

living

the staircase, hand in hand

her gaze lingering on Percival,

this is our new head of the design department, Belle,” whispered the

down the Chairman like a fearless

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