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 could finally open

nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask? How do you expect someone to

"You're the one who's nuts! Didn't you say you didn't want to see me? How else was

when did you start following orders so

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

Griffin pointed outside, "It's pouring rain,

was dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why would they tow my

as if it were the

his teeth, "Couldn't you, just maybe, help

my garage isn't for storing

speechless, finally settling

her work as if he was not even

to rumble. He tapped

back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge, "Help

sandwiches inside, alongside cans of

could not help but ask, "Is this

"Just me

Leopold felt a

time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

of course, she would be on a diet

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

stretched out on the floor under the light, falling

and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge

sat on the couch, wolfing down

still engrossed in her

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

noodles were

"You're working too

his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as quickly as possible. His face was a little

of silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his jacket over

at the untouched instant noodles, he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin's car keys, and

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