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!

danced before Leopold’s eyes as he staggered backward and

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

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

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

nearly burst out laughing. “Since when did you start following orders

don’t have the energy to argue. I’ve delivered your stuff; I’m

“It’s pouring rain, and the cops

“Wait, what? Why

it were the most

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

smirked. “Sorry, my garage isn’t

settling on the couch

work as if

stomach began to rumble. He

back, Griffin gestured toward

but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda – the classic

ask, “Is this what you usually

affirmation, “Just me here,

reason, Leopold felt

time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than

of course, she would be

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

to find Griffin with

floor under

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

the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

in her research.

the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the

instant noodles

sighed. “You’re

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

flushed, and so

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

instant noodles, he tossed it aside,

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