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!

eyes as he

could finally open his left eye again, all the

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

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

nearly burst out laughing. “Since when did you start

exhaled sharply. “I don’t have the energy to

pointed outside, “It’s pouring

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

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

“Couldn’t you, just maybe, help

smirked. “Sorry, my garage isn’t for

speechless, finally settling

work as if he was not even

began to rumble. He tapped

Griffin gestured toward the fridge, “Help

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

not help but ask,

hummed an affirmation, “Just me

felt

he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than

she would be on a

a young woman, you could take better care of

turned to find Griffin with headphones on,

shadow stretched out on the floor under the light,

the fridge into Griffin’s noodle

the couch, wolfing down

in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed

awoke, he found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue

instant noodles

sighed. “You’re

squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin’s head

was a little flushed,

lifted her into a more

untouched instant noodles, he tossed it aside,

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