The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 454

As the quartet happily indulged in a cozy fondue dinner, Leopold brought over the documents from headquarters.

Peering through the empty doorway, Leopold hesitated, unsure whether to enter.

He texted Anna: [Where are you guys?]

Anna, who had not quite finished chewing her lamb, hit the voice message button, “On a mission, gotta stick to Ms. Vivienne like glue.”

Vivienne said, “Just drop the stuff off, and don’t be a nuisance. You mess up the deal, I’ll break your legs.”

Percival added his own threat, “I’ll dislocate your arm.”

Thomas kept it simple, “Good luck, man!”

Listening to the sounds of bubbling fondue, fizzing sodas, and the stubborn mastication of lamb, Leopold was in disbelief.

Was this really a mission?

This was sheer torture!

But he had no choice; he had to deliver the documents quickly.

Griffin had already sent a reminder in the Little Bombs group chat – a special group Vivienne had created for convenience.

With no other option, Leopold donned a mask and hat, covering himself completely, and entered Griffin’s home.

The evening was setting in, and Griffin had only a desk lamp on, leaving the main lights off.

Three different-colored pens lay strewn across documents, each marking various annotations.

Leopold cleared his throat gently, but Griffin showed no reaction.

He moved closer and tapped Griffin’s head with the documents, “Hey, the papers…”

“Ah!”

Bam!

Leopold’s eyes as he staggered backward

he could finally open his left eye

awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask? How do you expect someone to

“You’re the one who’s nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see me? How else was I

“Since when

the energy to argue. I’ve delivered your stuff; I’m out of

fast,” Griffin pointed outside, “It’s pouring rain, and the

what? Why would

were blocking traffic,” Griffin said as if it were the most obvious thing in

maybe, help me out and move the car into your

my garage isn’t for storing

settling on

if he was not even

to rumble.

back, Griffin gestured

sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda – the classic

help but ask, “Is this what you usually

affirmation, “Just me here, so I

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang

first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much

be

better care of yourself. Why not keep

find Griffin with headphones on,

shadow stretched out on the floor under the light, falling across her

his lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then placed it quietly on

couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed off on

the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in

noodles

“You’re working

his right eye less swollen, he approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts

flushed, and so was his

her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his jacket over

the untouched instant noodles, he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin’s

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