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!

Leopold’s eyes as he

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

nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask? How

clutched his right eye. “You’re the one who’s nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see me? How else was I supposed

“Since when did you start following orders so

the energy to argue. I’ve delivered your

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

what? Why would they tow my

if it were the

his teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe,

garage isn’t for storing Husky

was speechless, finally settling on the couch in

as if he was not even

rumble. He tapped the desk,

back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge,

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

ask, “Is this what you usually

me here,

reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang

noticed Griffin seemed

be on a

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

turned to find Griffin with headphones on, ignoring

out on the floor under the light,

and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then placed it quietly on the desk beside

couch, wolfing down the nutritionally void

eating, the rain had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed off on

leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched

instant noodles

“You’re working too

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

face was a little flushed, and so was his

a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his jacket over

untouched instant noodles, he tossed

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