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

he could finally open

you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black

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

burst out laughing. “Since when

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

outside, “It’s pouring rain, and the

dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why would they tow my

were blocking traffic,” Griffin said as if it

fists, grinding his teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe, help

my garage

finally settling on

work as if he was not even

to rumble. He tapped the

looking back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge,

instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside,

could not help but ask, “Is this what

affirmation, “Just me here,

reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang of

time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

would be on

better care of yourself. Why not keep

find Griffin with headphones on, ignoring

floor under the

licked his lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s

sat on the couch, wolfing down the

engrossed in her

carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens

noodles were

sighed. “You’re working too

right eye less swollen, he approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his

little flushed, and

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

tossed it aside, grabbed

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