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

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

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

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

nearly burst out laughing. “Since when did

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

outside, “It’s pouring rain,

dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why would they tow

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

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

“Sorry, my garage

settling on the

if he

rumble. He tapped

Griffin gestured

found nothing but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside

ask, “Is this

me here, so I

reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang

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

be

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

find Griffin

out on the floor

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

couch, wolfing down the

in her research. Bored out

he awoke, he found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen

noodles were

sighed. “You’re working

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

was a little flushed, and so was his

he lifted her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his

he tossed it aside, grabbed

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