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

there, casually perusing the documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all

you didn't want to see

burst out laughing. "Since when did you start following orders

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

outside, "It's pouring

Why would they tow

blocking traffic," Griffin said as if it were the most obvious thing

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

smirked. "Sorry, my garage isn't for storing Husky

settling on the couch

if he

to rumble. He tapped the desk,

back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge, "Help

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

ask, "Is this

affirmation, "Just me here, so I

reason, Leopold felt a

Griffin seemed much thinner

of course, she would be on a diet

a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the

the floor

the fridge into Griffin's noodle cup, then

wolfing down the

and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out

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

instant noodles

"You're working

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

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

he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin's

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