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

to, or more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again,

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

you say you didn’t want to see me?

“Since when did you

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

so fast,” Griffin pointed outside, “It’s pouring rain, and

what? Why

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

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

“Sorry, my garage

settling on the

continued her work as if he

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble. He tapped

Griffin gestured

pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans

help but ask, “Is this what you

me here, so I

Leopold felt

Griffin seemed

of course, she would be on a diet like

take better care of yourself. Why not

Griffin with headphones

floor under the

and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then placed it quietly on

the couch, wolfing down

and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed off on

found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens precariously

noodles

sighed. “You’re

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

face was a little flushed, and so was

a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his jacket

he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin’s car

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