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!

he

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

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

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

“Since when

the energy to argue.

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

dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why would they

said as if it

his fists, grinding his teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe, help me out and move the car into your

garage

speechless, finally settling on the couch

her work as if he

stomach began to rumble. He tapped the

back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge,

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

could not help but ask, “Is this what

“Just me here, so

felt a sudden

he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than he

of course, she would be

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

find Griffin

shadow stretched out on the floor under the light,

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

sat on the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research.

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

instant noodles

“You’re working too

and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his

little flushed, and

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

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

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