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 staggered backward and collapsed to the

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

casually perusing the documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking

nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t want

“Since when

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

fast,” Griffin pointed outside, “It’s pouring rain, and the cops towed

what? Why would they

if it

his teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe, help me out

“Sorry, my garage isn’t for storing

settling on the couch in

if he was

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble. He tapped the

looking back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge,

and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda – the classic bachelor’s

help but ask, “Is this what

affirmation, “Just me here,

some reason, Leopold felt a

time, he noticed Griffin seemed much

be on

young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat

Griffin

shadow stretched out on the floor

fridge into Griffin’s

sat on the couch, wolfing down

in her research. Bored out of

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

noodles

sighed. “You’re

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

flushed,

a few minutes of silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping

at the untouched instant noodles, he tossed

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