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

he could finally open his left eye again,

there, casually perusing the documents, and 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

nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t want to see me? How

burst out laughing. “Since when did you start following orders

“I don’t have the energy to argue. I’ve delivered your stuff; I’m out

Griffin pointed outside, “It’s pouring rain,

was dumbfounded, “Wait, what? Why would they tow my

said as if it were the most obvious thing

just maybe, help me

“Sorry, my garage

finally settling on the

her work as if he was not

began to rumble. He

Griffin gestured toward the fridge,

found nothing but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda –

ask, “Is

“Just me here, so I

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang

noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than

course, she would be on a diet like

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

turned to find Griffin with headphones on,

shadow stretched out on the floor under the

only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s

the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his

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

noodles were

“You’re

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

face was a little flushed, and so was his

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 car

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