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!

as he staggered backward and collapsed to the

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

you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask? How do you expect someone

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

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

energy to argue. I’ve

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

what? Why would they

were blocking traffic,” Griffin said as if it

his fists, grinding his teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe, help

“Sorry, my garage isn’t for

settling on the

continued her work as if he

to rumble.

looking back, Griffin gestured toward

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

ask, “Is this

an affirmation, “Just me here, so

felt

Griffin seemed much thinner than he

of course, she would be on a

better care of

turned to find Griffin with

shadow stretched out on the floor

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

on the couch, wolfing down the

her research. Bored

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

noodles were

sighed. “You’re working too

right eye less swollen, he approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin’s

face was a little flushed, and so was

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

he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin’s car

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