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!

eyes as he staggered backward and

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

the documents, and upon 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

right eye. “You’re the one who’s nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t

laughing. “Since when did you

to argue. I’ve delivered your stuff;

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

“Wait, what? Why would they

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

“Couldn’t you, just maybe, help me out and move

my garage

speechless, finally settling on the couch in

continued her work as if

began to rumble. He tapped the desk,

looking back, Griffin gestured

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

help but ask, “Is this what

hummed an affirmation, “Just me here, so I make

Leopold felt a

noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

of course, she would be on a diet like

noodles, mumbling, “For a young woman, you could take better care of

turned to find Griffin with

floor under the light, falling across

lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into

on the couch, wolfing

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

asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two

instant noodles

sighed. “You’re

with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin’s

little flushed, and so

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

tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin’s

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