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.

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

the documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask? How

nuts! Didn't you say you didn't want

out laughing. "Since when did you start following orders so

sharply. "I don't have the energy to argue. I've

"It's pouring rain, and the cops towed

what? Why would they tow my

it were the most

clenched his fists, grinding his teeth, "Couldn't you, just maybe,

"Sorry, my garage isn't for storing Husky

speechless, finally settling on the couch in

work as if he was not

stomach began to rumble. He tapped the desk,

gestured

but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside,

help but ask,

"Just me here, so

Leopold felt a sudden pang

first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than

course, she would be on a diet

preparing two cups of noodles, mumbling, "For a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the house? This..." He turned to

out on the floor under

lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into

on the couch, wolfing down

her research. Bored out of

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

noodles

"You're working too

Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold

a more comfortable

he tossed

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