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.

open his

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

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

when did

to argue. I've delivered your stuff; I'm

pouring rain, and the cops

dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why would

it were the most obvious thing in

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

my garage isn't for storing

settling on

work as if he

rumble. He tapped the desk,

looking back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge, "Help

instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda - the classic

ask, "Is this what you usually

"Just me here, so I make

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang of

noticed Griffin

be

you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the house? This..." He turned to

on the floor under the light, falling

left from the fridge into Griffin's noodle cup,

sat on the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed off

the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in

instant noodles

"You're

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,

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

instant noodles, he tossed

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