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.

or more accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again, all the

remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask?

his right eye. "You're the one who's nuts! Didn't you say you didn't want to see me? How else was I supposed to hide my

laughing. "Since when

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

Griffin pointed outside, "It's pouring rain, and

"Wait, what? Why would

said as if it were the most obvious thing

maybe, help me out and move

garage isn't for storing

settling on the

work as if he was not even

began to rumble. He

back, Griffin gestured toward the fridge,

and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of

help but ask, "Is this what

an affirmation, "Just me

reason, Leopold felt a

first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than

she would be

Why not

floor under the light,

fridge into Griffin's noodle cup, then placed it quietly on the

wolfing down the nutritionally void

and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored

on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the

noodles

sighed. "You're working

in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as quickly as possible. His face

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

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

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