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!

he staggered backward

or more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again, all the lights in Griffin’s place were

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

one who’s nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see me? How else was I

out laughing. “Since when did you start following orders

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

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

dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why would

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

you, just maybe, help me out and move the

my garage isn’t

settling on the

continued her work as if he was not even

rumble. He

Griffin gestured

noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda

help but ask, “Is

an affirmation, “Just me here, so I

reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang of

Griffin

of course, she would be on a diet

could take better care of yourself. Why not

turned to find Griffin

the floor

fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then placed it quietly on the

the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally void

Griffin was still engrossed in her research.

blue pen still clutched

noodles were

“You’re working too

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

little flushed,

a more comfortable position on

instant noodles, he tossed

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