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 left eye again, all the lights in

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

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

when did you

to argue. I've delivered your stuff;

so fast," Griffin pointed outside, "It's pouring rain, and

dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why would

Griffin said as if it were the most obvious thing

"Couldn't you, just maybe, help me out and

garage isn't

finally settling on

if he was not even

rumble. He

back, Griffin gestured toward

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

not help but ask, "Is this what you

me here, so I

some reason, Leopold felt a

first time, he noticed Griffin seemed

course, she would be on

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

out on the floor under the light, falling across

his lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into

the couch, wolfing

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

Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand,

instant noodles

sighed. "You're working too

at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as

into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping

tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin's

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