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 backward and

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

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 didn’t want to see me? How

“Since when did you start following orders so

sharply. “I don’t have the energy to argue. I’ve delivered your

pouring rain, and the cops towed your

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

traffic,” Griffin said as if it

“Couldn’t you, just maybe, help me out

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

was speechless, finally settling on the couch in

continued her work as if he was not even

rumble. He tapped

looking back, Griffin gestured

and pre-made sandwiches inside,

could not help but ask, “Is this what

affirmation, “Just me here, so I make

Leopold felt a sudden pang

noticed Griffin

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

find Griffin with headphones

stretched out on the floor under

from the fridge into Griffin’s

wolfing down the nutritionally void

her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed off on the

the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still

instant noodles were

sighed. “You’re working too

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

was a little flushed,

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

he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin’s car

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