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

could finally open his left eye again, all the lights

you nuts? Sneaking up behind

who’s nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see me? How

burst out laughing. “Since when

have the energy to

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

was dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why would they tow

traffic,” Griffin said as if it

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

my garage isn’t for storing

settling on the

work as if he was

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble. He tapped the desk,

looking back, Griffin gestured toward

instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside

help but ask, “Is this what you

affirmation, “Just me here, so I

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang of

noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

course, she would be on a

you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies

find Griffin with

on the floor

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

couch, wolfing down the nutritionally void

her

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

noodles were

sighed. “You’re working

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

was a little flushed, and so was

into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping

at the untouched instant noodles, he tossed it aside,

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