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!

Leopold’s eyes as he staggered backward and collapsed

open

there, casually perusing the documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up

the one who’s nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see me? How else was I supposed to hide

laughing. “Since when did you start following orders

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

pouring rain, and the cops towed

what? Why

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

maybe, help

“Sorry, my garage

finally settling on the couch

if he

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble. He

gestured toward

found nothing but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside

ask, “Is

an affirmation, “Just me here,

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang of

first time, he noticed Griffin

be on a diet like

of noodles, mumbling, “For a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the house?

find Griffin with headphones on,

out on the floor under the light, falling across

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

the couch, wolfing down the

in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold

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

noodles

sighed. “You’re working

unknown thoughts

flushed, and so

a few minutes of silence, he lifted her into a

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

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