Percival’s words hung heavy in the air as he caught sight of Vivienne’s sparkling eyes, realizing he might have said something he should not have.

The little minx was clearly looking forward to it.

With a sly grin, Vivienne stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Percival’s neck, calling him harsh while pressing her lips to his.

One kiss, no more, no less!

Vivienne was the epitome of a shrewd businesswoman. She adhered to contracts religiously, taking the concept of fair dealing to the next level.

Her reputation was that of a fair and honest trader!

With a single arm, Percival caught Vivienne’s waist, pinning her down onto the couch.

His potent presence filled the office, his broad palms gripping Vivienne’s slender waist as his other hand braced against the couch, his face inching ever closer.

Vivienne, still clasping Percival’s neck with interlocked fingers, arched her back. She curled her lips into a mischievous smile, her gaze lingering on Percival’s hormone-charged face for a few seconds.

Suddenly, she pushed forcefully against the back of his head, pulling him down with all her might.

Foreplay seemed rather unnecessary.

Their lips intertwined, a maelstrom of intimacy slowly cascading down like a waterfall, weaving into streams of passion.

The hand Percival had on the couch flexed, his fingers, pale as leeks, straining to contain the desires that bubbled from deep within.

This was the office.

Beyond the door were countless employees.

He must not give in to impulse.

Control, control!

But the struggle only made his kisses sweeter, as if dipped in honey, unable to leave the blossoming fields.

The sudden ring of the cell phone went ignored by the pair, lost in each other’s entanglement.

ring finally irked

up the phone and

on the other end paused, then whimpered with a tinge of hurt, “Percival, why are you

glance at the

notice it was you. I’m sorry. What’s so important that you called so

quiet enough that she could hear Isolde’s

some cajoling from Percival, Isolde’s sobs settled, and she slowly revealed

can’t be fixed. Mara’s locked herself in her

the best plastic surgeon for Mara, but the poison from Keco, coupled with the long-unhealed infection, left

who had harbored hope, was devastated by the grim prognosis, especially since she had already

had their beauty rankings, but Elite University had started a cruel joke with a ‘Buffoon Ranking,’ and Mara topped

had shut herself away, with Cecilia keeping

was in a frenzy, begging Mara

he knew Mara would not settle

mom to let Mara

up just seeing a puppy’s video online. How could she ignore Mara, a living, breathing person?

they spoke, Cecilia’s shouts for help echoed through the phone.

narrowed. “Isolde,

“Oh my God, there’s so much blood. I think Mara tried

defiance was one thing, but scaring his mother and sister was

“I’m on my way.”

Percival hurried off, and Vivienne followed

I’ll take you home. You don’t need to

Mara’s stunt was

suicide scare was

the way to Rivenwood, enduring countless humiliations without a thought of

it was a ploy to make Cecilia swallow her

well aware of this, too. “No worries, I don’t want Cecilia

don’t want you compromising

would never allow Vivienne to indulge others out of pity, giving them a

family! He

Wolf, I’m not compromising at

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