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

came to, or more accurately, when he could finally open his

awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind

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

laughing. “Since when

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

so fast,” Griffin pointed outside, “It’s pouring

Why would they tow

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

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

smirked. “Sorry, my garage isn’t for storing

was speechless, finally settling on the

if

to rumble. He tapped

Griffin gestured toward the fridge, “Help

inside, alongside cans of soda

could not help but ask, “Is this what you usually

me

felt a sudden pang of

he noticed Griffin seemed much

course, she would be

woman, you could take better care

find Griffin with headphones on, ignoring

out on the floor under

licked his lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then placed

the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out

on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched

instant noodles were

sighed. “You’re working

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

was a little flushed, and so

a more comfortable position on the couch, draping

untouched instant noodles, he tossed

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