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

open his left eye again, all the

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

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

“Since when did you start following orders

the energy to argue. I’ve delivered your

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

dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why would they tow

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

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

“Sorry, my garage isn’t for storing Husky

speechless, finally settling on the couch

as if

to rumble. He tapped the desk,

looking back, Griffin gestured

instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans

could not help but ask, “Is this what you usually

hummed an affirmation, “Just me here, so

Leopold felt a

first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much

be on a diet

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

Griffin with

out on the floor under the

licked his lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then placed it

wolfing down

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

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

instant noodles

“You’re working

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

little flushed, and so was his

he lifted her into a

untouched instant noodles, he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin’s car keys, and

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