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.

accurately, when he could finally open his left eye

casually perusing the documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all

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

laughing. "Since when did you start following

the energy to argue.

fast," Griffin pointed outside, "It's pouring

dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why would they tow

if it were the most

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

"Sorry, my garage isn't for storing Husky

was speechless, finally settling

her work as if he was not

stomach began to rumble. He

Griffin gestured toward the

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

help but ask, "Is this what you

hummed an affirmation, "Just me

Leopold felt

time, he noticed Griffin

be on

better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the

on the floor under the light, falling across

added the only sausage left from the fridge

on the couch, wolfing

her research. Bored out of his mind,

the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the

instant noodles were

sighed. "You're working too

his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as quickly as possible. His face was

few minutes of silence, he lifted her into a

tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin's car keys, and

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