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!

as he staggered backward and collapsed

more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again, all the

the documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a

you say you didn’t want

“Since when

energy to argue. I’ve delivered your stuff;

“It’s pouring rain, and the

Why would

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

grinding his teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe, help me out and move the car

“Sorry, my garage isn’t for storing

was speechless, finally settling on the couch in

her work as if he was

to rumble. He

gestured

instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside

help but ask, “Is this what

“Just me here, so

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang

the first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much

course, she would be on a

young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some

find Griffin with

floor under

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

wolfing down the

stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored

asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen

instant noodles were

sighed. “You’re working

at her with unknown thoughts in

flushed, and

minutes of silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable position on the

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

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