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!

danced before Leopold’s eyes as he staggered backward and collapsed to the

he came to, or more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again, all the lights in

seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts?

you say you didn’t want to see me?

out laughing. “Since when did you start

to argue. I’ve delivered your stuff; I’m

Griffin pointed outside, “It’s pouring rain, and the cops towed your

was dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why

were blocking traffic,” Griffin said as if it were

his fists, grinding his teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe, help me

smirked. “Sorry, my garage

speechless, finally settling on the couch

her work as if he was not even

stomach began to rumble. He tapped the desk,

Griffin gestured toward

noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside

ask, “Is this what

me here,

Leopold felt a sudden

time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than he

of course, she would be on a

of noodles, mumbling, “For a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the house?

Griffin with

out on the floor under the light, falling

licked his lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s

couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

rain had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually

he found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand,

noodles were

sighed. “You’re working

and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind.

flushed, and

her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping

untouched instant noodles, he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin’s car keys, and

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