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!

as he staggered

could finally open his left eye again, all the lights

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

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

“Since when did you start following

to argue. I’ve delivered your stuff;

“It’s pouring rain, and the cops

“Wait, what? Why would

as if it were the most obvious thing

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

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

was speechless, finally settling on

if

stomach began to rumble. He tapped the desk,

looking back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge, “Help

but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of

could not help but ask, “Is this what

“Just me here, so

Leopold felt a

Griffin seemed much thinner than

be on

take better care of yourself. Why not

Griffin

the floor under the

left from the fridge

couch, wolfing

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

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

noodles

“You’re

with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin’s head dropped,

little flushed, and

her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his

untouched instant noodles, he tossed

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