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 staggered backward and collapsed to the

he came to, or more accurately, when he could finally open

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

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

nearly burst out laughing. “Since when

don’t have the energy to argue. I’ve delivered

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

“Wait, what? Why would they tow my

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

just maybe,

my garage

speechless, finally settling

continued her work as if he was not even

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble. He tapped the

Griffin gestured toward the

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

ask, “Is this what you

hummed an affirmation, “Just me here, so

Leopold felt a sudden pang of

Griffin

she would be on a diet

noodles, mumbling, “For a young woman, you could take better care of

turned to find Griffin with headphones

out on the floor under the light,

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

on the couch, wolfing down the

stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold

he found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue

instant noodles

“You’re working

less swollen, he approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly,

was a little flushed,

silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable position

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

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