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!

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

to, or more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again, all the lights in Griffin’s place were

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

say you didn’t want to see me? How else was I supposed to hide my

nearly burst out laughing. “Since when did you

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

pouring rain,

what? Why

as if it were the

teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe, help me

“Sorry, my garage isn’t for

settling

if

to rumble. He

gestured

noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda – the classic

not help but ask, “Is this what you

“Just me here,

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang

Griffin seemed much thinner than

would be on

better care of yourself. Why not keep

to find Griffin with headphones on, ignoring

stretched out on the floor

only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then placed it quietly

on the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally void

Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually

awoke, he found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still

noodles were

“You’re working too

squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin’s head dropped, and Leopold caught it

little flushed, and so was

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

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

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