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.

finally open his left eye again, all

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

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

when did you start following orders so

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

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

what? Why would they tow my

blocking traffic," Griffin said as if it were the

just maybe, help me

smirked. "Sorry, my garage isn't for storing Husky

settling on the

work as if he

rumble. He tapped the

Griffin gestured toward the

sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda - the

ask, "Is

hummed an affirmation, "Just me here, so I

some reason, Leopold felt a sudden pang

time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

of course, she would be on a

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

floor under

lips and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into Griffin's noodle

couch, wolfing down the nutritionally

Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his

the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two

instant noodles were

sighed. "You're

unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's

of silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his jacket over

tossed it

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