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

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

nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a

say you didn’t want

laughing. “Since when did you start

don’t have the energy to argue. I’ve

fast,” Griffin 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

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

“Sorry, my garage

speechless, finally settling on the

work as if he

began to rumble.

back, Griffin gestured toward

inside,

but ask, “Is this what

me here,

felt a sudden pang

time, he noticed Griffin seemed

course, she would be on a diet

you could take better care of

turned to find Griffin with headphones

stretched out on the floor under the

fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then placed it quietly on the desk

sat on the couch, wolfing down the

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

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

noodles were

sighed. “You’re working too

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

little flushed, and so was his

lifted her into a

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

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