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.

more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again, all

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

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

laughing. "Since when did you start following orders

exhaled sharply. "I don't have the energy to argue. I've delivered your stuff; I'm out of

pouring rain, and

what? Why would they tow my

if it were the

just maybe, help me out and

"Sorry, my garage

was speechless, finally settling on the

continued her work as if he was not

rumble. He

Griffin gestured toward the

found nothing but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside,

but ask, "Is this what you

me here, so I make

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang of

Griffin seemed much thinner than he

would be on a diet

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

stretched out on the floor under the light,

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

sat on the couch, wolfing

Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his

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

instant noodles

sighed. "You're working too

thoughts in his mind. Suddenly,

he lifted her into a more comfortable position on the

at the untouched instant noodles, he tossed

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