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

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

remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind

Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see me? How else

nearly burst out laughing. “Since when did

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

outside, “It’s pouring

what? Why would they

if it

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

garage isn’t for storing

speechless, finally settling on the couch in

if he

began to rumble. He tapped

gestured toward the fridge,

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

help but ask, “Is this what you

hummed an affirmation, “Just me here,

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang of

the first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than he

of course, she would be on

you could take better care

to find Griffin with

the floor under the

and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle

the couch, wolfing down

in her research. Bored out of his

he awoke, he found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens precariously perched

noodles were

“You’re working

unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin’s head dropped, and Leopold caught

a little flushed,

lifted her into a more comfortable position on the couch,

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

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