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

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

say you didn't want to see me? How

laughing. "Since when

have the energy to argue. I've delivered your stuff; I'm out

"It's pouring rain, and the cops towed

what? Why would they

were blocking traffic," Griffin said as if it were

you, just maybe,

"Sorry, my garage isn't for

finally settling on

her work as if he was not

began to rumble.

gestured toward the fridge,

noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans

not help but ask,

an affirmation, "Just me here, so

felt

first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than

would be on a diet like

preparing two cups of noodles, mumbling, "For a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in

shadow stretched out on the floor under the

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

the couch, wolfing down the

stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research.

blue pen still clutched in hand, the other

instant noodles were

sighed. "You're working too

mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as quickly as

few minutes of silence, he lifted her into a

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

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