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.

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

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 mask? How do you expect

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

"Since when did you

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

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

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

traffic," Griffin said as if it were the

"Couldn't you, just maybe, help me out and

smirked. "Sorry, my garage

finally settling on the couch

work as if he was not

rumble.

back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge, "Help

found nothing but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda

not help but ask, "Is this what you usually

affirmation, "Just me here, so I

Leopold felt a sudden pang

he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

she would be

you could take better care of yourself. Why not

out on the floor under the light, falling across

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

couch, wolfing

engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed

blue pen still clutched in hand, the other

noodles

sighed. "You're

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

he lifted her into a

noodles, he tossed

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