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!

Leopold’s eyes as he staggered

more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again, all the lights in Griffin’s

she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask? How do you expect someone

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

burst out laughing. “Since when did you start

energy to argue. I’ve delivered your stuff; I’m out

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

“Wait, what? Why would

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

you, just maybe, help me out

smirked. “Sorry, my garage

was speechless, finally settling on the

if he

to rumble. He tapped the desk,

Griffin gestured toward the fridge,

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

but ask, “Is this what you

“Just me here, so

Leopold felt a sudden pang of

Griffin seemed much thinner than

she would be on a diet like

of noodles, mumbling, “For a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in

to find Griffin with headphones

on the floor under the light, falling across her

only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then placed it quietly on the desk beside

sat on the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally void

was still engrossed in her research. Bored

found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen

instant noodles

“You’re working

approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly,

was a little flushed, and so was his

silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping

the untouched instant noodles, he tossed

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