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!

he staggered

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

remarked, “Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black

right eye. “You’re the one who’s nuts! Didn’t you say you didn’t want

burst out laughing. “Since when did

the energy to argue.

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

Why would they tow

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

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

“Sorry, my garage isn’t for

speechless, finally settling on the couch

her work as if he

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble. He

gestured toward the

inside, alongside cans of soda – the

but ask, “Is this

affirmation, “Just me here,

Leopold felt a sudden

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 some veggies or some meat

turned to find Griffin

out on the floor under the light, falling

sausage left from the fridge into Griffin’s noodle

the couch, wolfing

her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold

carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand,

noodles

sighed. “You’re

her with unknown thoughts in

a little flushed,

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

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

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