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

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

you

"Since when

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

"It's pouring rain, and the

was dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why would they tow my

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

maybe, help me out

my garage isn't

speechless, finally settling

work as if

Leopold's stomach began to rumble. He tapped the

Griffin gestured

nothing but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda

but ask,

affirmation, "Just me here, so I make

Leopold felt a sudden pang of

noticed Griffin

be on a

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

out on the floor

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

on the couch, wolfing down

rain had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold

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

noodles

sighed. "You're working too

less swollen, he approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as

her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his jacket over

the untouched instant noodles, he tossed it

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