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

he came to, or more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again, all the lights

casually perusing the documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask? How do you expect someone to

you say you

laughing. “Since when did you start following orders

don’t have the energy to argue. I’ve

fast,” Griffin pointed outside, “It’s pouring

dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why

traffic,” Griffin said as if it were the

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

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

speechless, finally settling on the couch

continued her work as if he was

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble. He tapped

gestured toward the

sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda

help but ask, “Is this what you

affirmation, “Just me here, so

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang

the first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

course, she would be on a diet

a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some

to find Griffin with

out on the floor under the light, falling

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

the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out

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

noodles

sighed. “You’re working

his right eye less swollen, he approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin’s head dropped, and

flushed, and so

a

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

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