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 again, all

documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking up

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

out laughing. "Since when did you start following orders

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

outside, "It's pouring

"Wait, what? Why

it were the most obvious thing

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

"Sorry, my garage isn't for storing

settling on the

if he

Leopold's stomach began to rumble. He

back, Griffin gestured toward

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

but ask, "Is this

affirmation, "Just me here, so

Leopold felt a

noticed Griffin seemed

she would be on

woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the house? This..." He

out on the floor under the

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

on the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally void

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

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

instant noodles

sighed. "You're working too

at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as quickly as possible. His face was a

a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his

he tossed it aside,

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