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,

nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking

"You're the one who's nuts! Didn't you say you didn't want to

"Since when did you start

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

so fast," Griffin pointed outside, "It's pouring rain,

"Wait, what? Why would they tow my

as if it were

just maybe, help me

smirked. "Sorry, my garage isn't for

finally settling on

as if

rumble. He

back, Griffin gestured toward

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

ask, "Is this

me

reason, Leopold felt a

Griffin seemed much thinner than he

of course, she would be on

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

out on the floor under the light, falling across

and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge

sat on the couch, wolfing down the

was still engrossed in her research.

found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two

instant noodles were

sighed. "You're working

her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught

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

he tossed it aside,

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