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.

could finally open his left eye again, all

nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask? How do you expect someone

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

burst out laughing. "Since when did you start

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

outside, "It's pouring rain, and the

what? Why would they

if it were

fists, grinding his teeth, "Couldn't you, just maybe, help me out and move

garage isn't

settling on the couch in

her work as if he

rumble. He tapped

Griffin gestured toward the fridge,

inside, alongside cans of soda - the classic

but ask,

hummed an affirmation, "Just me

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden

noticed Griffin seemed much

course, she would be on a diet like

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

his lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin's noodle cup, then placed it quietly on the

sat on the couch, wolfing

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

found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens

noodles were

"You're working

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

lifted her into a more

instant noodles, he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin's

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