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.

to, or more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again,

"Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black

who's nuts! Didn't you say you didn't want to see me? How else was I supposed to hide my

laughing. "Since when did you

have the energy to argue. I've delivered your stuff; I'm

pouring rain, and the

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

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

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

"Sorry, my garage isn't for

was speechless, finally settling on

if he was

stomach began to rumble. He tapped

gestured

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

ask, "Is

"Just me here, so

Leopold felt a

noticed Griffin seemed

would be on a diet like

care of yourself. Why not

floor under the light, falling across

from the fridge into Griffin's noodle cup, then placed

sat on the couch, wolfing down

in her

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

instant noodles

"You're working too

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

of silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable position on the

untouched instant noodles, he tossed it

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