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

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

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

who’s nuts! Didn’t you say you

when

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

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

what? Why would they tow my

as if it were the

teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe, help me

“Sorry, my garage isn’t for storing Husky

settling on

if he was

stomach began to rumble. He tapped the desk,

back, Griffin gestured

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

not help but ask, “Is this what you

hummed an affirmation, “Just me here, so

felt a sudden pang of

time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than he

would be on

woman, you could take better care

to find Griffin with headphones

shadow stretched out on the floor under the light, falling across

from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then

on the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

the rain had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his

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

instant noodles were

“You’re working

swollen, he approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin’s head dropped, and Leopold caught it as

a little flushed,

a few minutes of silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable

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

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