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 collapsed to the

when he could finally open his left eye again, all the lights in Griffin’s

upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts?

nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t

burst out laughing. “Since when did you start following orders

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

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

“Wait, what? Why would they

if it were the most

just maybe, help

garage isn’t for

speechless, finally settling on the couch

as if he was not even

rumble.

looking back, Griffin gestured toward

instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans

ask, “Is

me

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang

time, he noticed Griffin seemed

of course, she would be

could take better care of yourself.

turned to find Griffin with headphones on, ignoring

shadow stretched out on the floor

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

the couch, wolfing down the

eating, the rain had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed off

couch, blue pen

noodles

sighed. “You’re working too

with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin’s head

flushed, and so was

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

he tossed

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