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

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

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

Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see me? How else was I supposed

out laughing. “Since when did you

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

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

Why would

as if it were the most obvious thing in the

you, just maybe, help me out and

“Sorry, my garage isn’t

was speechless, finally settling on the

her work as if he was not even

to rumble. He tapped

looking back, Griffin gestured toward the

inside, alongside cans of soda

not help but ask, “Is this

“Just me here,

some reason, Leopold felt

the first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

be on a diet

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

Griffin with headphones

on the floor under the light, falling across

the fridge into Griffin’s noodle cup, then placed it quietly on the desk

sat on the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

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

blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens precariously perched in her

noodles were

“You’re

with unknown thoughts in his mind.

face was a little flushed, and so was

a more comfortable position on the couch,

instant noodles, he tossed it aside,

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