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 his

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

eye. “You’re the one who’s nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t

burst out laughing. “Since when did you start following

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

outside, “It’s pouring rain, and

dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why would

said as if it were the most obvious thing

maybe, help

“Sorry, my garage isn’t

was speechless, finally settling on

her work as if he was

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble.

looking back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge, “Help

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

but ask, “Is this

me here, so I

Leopold felt a sudden pang

time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

she would be on a diet like

woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some

find Griffin with headphones on,

floor under

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

couch, wolfing down

rain had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her

on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen

noodles

sighed. “You’re

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

a little flushed, and so

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

he tossed it aside,

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