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.

could finally open

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

who's nuts! Didn't you say you didn't want to

laughing. "Since when did you start

energy to argue. I've

pouring rain, and the cops

dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why would they tow

as if it were the most obvious

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

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

was speechless, finally settling on the

if he was not

Leopold's stomach began to rumble.

back, Griffin gestured toward

and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda -

help but ask,

"Just me

felt a sudden

the first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than

be on a

preparing two cups of noodles, mumbling, "For a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the house? This..." He turned to find Griffin with

stretched out on the floor under the light, falling across her

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

wolfing

was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind,

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

noodles were

"You're

mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold

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

noodles, he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin's

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