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

upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking

"You're the one who's nuts! Didn't you say you didn't want

nearly burst out laughing. "Since when did you start following orders

to argue. I've delivered

so fast," Griffin pointed outside, "It's pouring rain, and the cops towed your

what? Why would

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

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

"Sorry, my garage

speechless, finally settling on the

work as if he

began to rumble. He tapped the desk,

Griffin gestured toward the fridge,

instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda - the classic bachelor's

ask, "Is this what you usually

hummed an affirmation, "Just me here, so I make

reason, Leopold felt

noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

of course, she would be on

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

the floor

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

the couch, wolfing down

was still engrossed in her

leaning against the couch, blue pen still

instant noodles

"You're working too

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

her into a more comfortable position

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

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