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!

as he staggered

came to, or more accurately, when he could finally open

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

nuts! Didn’t you say you

out laughing. “Since when

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

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

what? Why would they

were blocking traffic,” Griffin said as if it were

grinding his teeth, “Couldn’t you, just maybe,

“Sorry, my garage isn’t for storing

finally settling on the

her work as if

Leopold’s stomach began to rumble. He tapped the desk,

Griffin gestured

found nothing but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside,

ask, “Is this what

me here, so

reason, Leopold felt a

Griffin seemed much

be on a diet like

woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why

turned to find Griffin

the floor under

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

sat on the couch, wolfing down the

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

the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand,

instant noodles were

“You’re working

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

flushed,

her into a more

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

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