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,

was there, casually perusing the documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a

say you didn’t want to see me? How else was

burst out laughing. “Since when did you start

have the energy to argue. I’ve

Griffin pointed outside, “It’s pouring

“Wait, what? Why would they tow my

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

you, just maybe, help

smirked. “Sorry, my garage isn’t for storing Husky

speechless, finally settling on the

as if he

rumble.

looking back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge, “Help

noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda – the classic

but ask,

me

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang of

he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

course, she would be on

young woman, you could take better

to find Griffin with headphones on,

the floor under the light, falling across

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

on the couch, wolfing down the

in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed

leaning against the couch, blue pen still

noodles were

“You’re working

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

little flushed, and so was

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

tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin’s car

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