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.

could finally open

and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking

who's nuts! Didn't you say you didn't want to see me? How else

burst out laughing. "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, and the cops

was dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why

said as if it

his fists, grinding his teeth, "Couldn't you, just maybe, help me out

my garage isn't for storing Husky

settling on the couch

if he was not

to rumble.

back, Griffin gestured

inside, alongside cans of soda - the

but ask, "Is this

"Just me here, so I

felt a sudden pang of

the first time, he noticed Griffin

she would be on

you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or

on the floor under the light, falling

the fridge

on the couch, wolfing down

the rain had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her

he awoke, he found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens precariously perched in her

noodles

sighed. "You're working too

with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head

of silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable

at the untouched instant noodles, he tossed

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