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 staggered backward and collapsed to the

finally open his left eye again, all the lights

awake, she nonchalantly remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a

Didn’t you say you didn’t want

laughing. “Since when did you start

have the energy to argue. I’ve delivered your stuff; I’m

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

dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why would

if it were the most obvious

maybe, help me out and

my garage isn’t for storing

was speechless, finally settling

if he was not

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble.

Griffin gestured

sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda – the

but ask, “Is this what you usually

“Just me

felt

he noticed Griffin seemed much

course, she would be on a diet

started preparing two cups of noodles, mumbling, “For a young woman, you could take better

find Griffin with headphones on,

the floor

added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle

wolfing

eating, the rain had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed off on the

blue pen still clutched in hand, the

noodles were

“You’re working too

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

little flushed, and so

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

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

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