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

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

say you didn't want to see me? How else was

out laughing. "Since when

sharply. "I don't have the energy to

outside, "It's pouring rain, and

was dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why

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

his fists, grinding his teeth, "Couldn't you, just maybe,

"Sorry, my garage isn't for storing Husky

settling on

work as if he was not even

rumble. He tapped the desk,

Griffin gestured toward the fridge, "Help

and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside

help but ask,

"Just me here,

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden

first time, he noticed Griffin

she would be on a

yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the house? This..." He turned to

the floor under the

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

couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

engrossed in her research. Bored out

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

instant noodles were

"You're

approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as quickly as possible. His face was a little flushed, and so was his

lifted her into a more comfortable position on

instant noodles, he tossed it aside,

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