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 collapsed to

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

seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black

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

nearly burst out laughing. “Since when did

sharply. “I don’t have the energy to argue. I’ve delivered your

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

“Wait, what? Why would

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

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

garage isn’t for

was speechless, finally settling on

if he was not

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble.

looking back, Griffin gestured

sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda – the

not help but ask, “Is this what you

affirmation, “Just me here, so I

felt a

time, he noticed Griffin seemed

would be on

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

turned to find Griffin

on the floor under the light, falling across

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

couch, wolfing down

still engrossed in her research.

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

instant noodles were

sighed. “You’re working

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

was a little flushed, and

a more comfortable position

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

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