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 backward and collapsed to

when he could finally open his left eye

Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts?

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

“Since when did you start following

the energy to argue. I’ve

“It’s pouring rain,

“Wait, what? Why

were blocking traffic,” Griffin said as if it were the

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

smirked. “Sorry, my garage

was speechless, finally settling on the couch

her work as if he

rumble. He tapped the

gestured toward the fridge, “Help

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

ask,

“Just me here,

reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang

Griffin seemed much thinner than he

would be on a diet like

noodles, mumbling, “For a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why

Griffin with headphones on,

shadow stretched out on the floor

the only sausage left from the fridge into

the couch, wolfing down the

Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out

against the couch, blue pen still

instant noodles

“You’re working

with unknown thoughts

face was a little flushed, and

he lifted her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his jacket over

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

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