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!

eyes as he staggered backward and

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

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

you didn’t want to see me? How else was I supposed to hide my

“Since when did you start

energy to argue. I’ve delivered your

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

was dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why

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

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

my garage isn’t for storing Husky

finally settling on the

her work as if he was not

rumble.

back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge, “Help

sandwiches inside, alongside

help but ask, “Is

affirmation, “Just me here, so

Leopold felt a

Griffin seemed much

course, she would be on a diet

a young woman, you could take better care of

Griffin with

on the floor under the

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

the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally void

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

awoke, he found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens precariously perched

noodles

“You’re working too

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

was a little flushed, and

he lifted her into a

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

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