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 the lights in Griffin's place

nuts? Sneaking up

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

out laughing. "Since when did you start

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

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

dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why

Griffin said as if it were the most

maybe, help me out

garage isn't for

settling

continued her work as if

began to rumble. He tapped the

gestured

but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside

could not help but ask, "Is this what

me here, so

Leopold felt

time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

of course, she would be on

of yourself. Why not keep some

on the floor under the

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

on the couch, wolfing down the

stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold

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

noodles

"You're working too

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 quickly as possible. His face was a little flushed, and

few minutes of silence, he lifted her into a

the untouched instant noodles, he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin's car

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