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!

danced before Leopold’s eyes as he staggered backward and collapsed to

could finally open his left eye again, all

she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in

you didn’t want to see me? How else was I supposed to hide

burst out laughing. “Since when did

the energy to argue. I’ve delivered your stuff;

so fast,” Griffin pointed outside, “It’s pouring rain, and the cops

“Wait, what? Why would they

traffic,” Griffin said as if it were

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

smirked. “Sorry, my garage isn’t for storing Husky

settling

if he was not even

began to rumble. He tapped

back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge,

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

but ask, “Is this what you usually

hummed an affirmation, “Just me here, so

Leopold felt a sudden pang of

the first time, he noticed Griffin seemed

would be on a diet like

better care

to find Griffin with

out on the floor under the light, falling across her

the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then placed

on the couch, wolfing down the

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

found 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

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

flushed, and so was

a few minutes of silence, he lifted her into a more

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

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