The Million-Dollar Heart

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!

Stars danced before Leopold's eyes as he staggered backward and collapsed to the floor.

more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again,

was there, casually perusing the documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in

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

out laughing. "Since when did you

"I don't have the energy to argue.

Griffin pointed outside, "It's pouring rain, and the

was dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why

said as if it

maybe, help me out and move the car into your

"Sorry, my garage isn't for storing

settling on the couch in

as if he was

to rumble. He tapped the desk,

back, Griffin gestured toward

pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda - the classic

not help but ask, "Is

an affirmation, "Just me here, so I

reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang of

he noticed Griffin seemed much

of course, she would be on a diet

care of yourself. Why not keep some

on the floor under the light, falling

silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin's noodle cup, then placed it quietly on

the couch, wolfing down the

engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold

found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still

noodles were

sighed. "You're working too

with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as

her into a more comfortable position

he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin's car keys,

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