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

open his left eye again, all the lights in Griffin’s

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

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

laughing. “Since when did you start following orders so

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

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

dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why would they tow my

as if it were

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

“Sorry, my garage

was speechless, finally settling on the couch

work as if he was not even

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble. He tapped the

looking back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge,

nothing but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda

could not help but ask, “Is this what

affirmation, “Just me here, so I make

reason, Leopold felt

Griffin

of course, she would be on

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

Griffin

on the floor under the

and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup,

the couch, wolfing down the

was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind,

blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens precariously

noodles were

sighed. “You’re working too

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

face was a little flushed, and so was

he lifted her into a more comfortable

noodles, he tossed it aside,

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