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!

before Leopold’s eyes as he staggered backward and collapsed to

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

she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask?

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

when did you start following orders

energy to

pointed outside, “It’s pouring rain, and the cops

“Wait, what? Why would they tow

Griffin said as if it were the most

his teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe,

“Sorry, my garage isn’t

settling on the couch

continued her work as if he was not

began to rumble. He

back, Griffin gestured

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

not help but ask,

me here, so I

reason, Leopold felt a

noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

course, she would be on a diet like

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

to find Griffin

on the floor under the light,

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

on the couch, wolfing down the

in her research. Bored out of his mind,

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

instant noodles

“You’re working too

at her with unknown

face was a little flushed, and so

silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his jacket over

instant noodles, he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin’s

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