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

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

documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind

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

laughing. “Since when did you

“I don’t have the energy to argue.

Griffin pointed outside, “It’s pouring rain, and

“Wait, what? Why would

as if it were the

his fists, grinding his teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe, help me out and move

garage isn’t for storing Husky

settling

if

stomach began to rumble. He tapped

gestured toward the fridge, “Help

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

but ask,

affirmation, “Just me here, so I make

some reason, Leopold felt a

noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

be

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

turned to find Griffin with

out on the floor under

left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then

the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally void

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

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

instant noodles

“You’re

swollen, he approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts

face was a little flushed,

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

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

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