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.

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

seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with

Didn't you say you

when did you start following orders

exhaled sharply. "I don't have the energy to

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

"Wait, what? Why would they tow

said as if it were

clenched his fists, grinding his teeth, "Couldn't you, just maybe, help me out and move the

my garage isn't for

was speechless, finally settling on

if he was not even

Leopold's stomach began to rumble. He tapped the

gestured

sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda

not help but ask,

me here, so I make

felt

the first time, he noticed Griffin seemed

would be on

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

floor

sausage left from the fridge into Griffin's noodle cup, then placed

couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

still engrossed in her research. Bored

couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens precariously

instant noodles

sighed. "You're working

and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as quickly as possible. His face was a little flushed, and so was

into a more comfortable position on the couch,

the untouched instant noodles, he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin's

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