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

he came to, or more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again, all the lights in Griffin’s place were

documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts?

the one who’s nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t

out laughing. “Since when did

energy to argue. I’ve delivered your

“It’s pouring rain, and the cops

“Wait, what? Why would they

if it were the most

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

smirked. “Sorry, my garage isn’t for

speechless, finally settling on the couch

her work as if he was not

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble. He

gestured toward

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

help but ask,

me

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang of

noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

of course, she would be on a

mumbling, “For a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep

find Griffin with

floor under the light, falling across

licked his lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s

couch, wolfing down the

Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed

against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the

instant noodles

“You’re

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

a little flushed, and so

into a more comfortable position

he tossed

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