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

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

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

burst out laughing. "Since when did you

have the energy to

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

dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why would they tow

it were the most

you, just maybe, help me out and move the

garage isn't for storing Husky

speechless, finally settling on

her work as if he was

began to rumble. He tapped the

Griffin gestured toward the fridge, "Help

instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside,

help but ask, "Is this

"Just me here, so

felt

the first time, he noticed Griffin seemed

be on a

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?

the floor under the light,

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

couch, wolfing

the rain had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually dozed

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

noodles

"You're working

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

her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping

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

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