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.

more accurately, when he could finally open his

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

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

laughing. "Since when did you start following

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

so fast," Griffin pointed outside, "It's pouring

dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why would they tow

if it were

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

smirked. "Sorry, my garage isn't for

speechless, finally settling on the couch in

continued her work as if he was

Leopold's stomach began to rumble. He tapped the desk,

Griffin gestured

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

ask, "Is

hummed an affirmation, "Just me here, so I make

some reason, Leopold felt

the first time, he noticed Griffin

would be on

not keep some veggies or some meat in the

the floor under the light, falling across

left from the fridge into Griffin's noodle cup, then placed

sat on the couch, wolfing down the nutritionally void

had not stopped, and Griffin was still engrossed in her

couch, blue pen still clutched in hand,

noodles

"You're working

right eye less swollen, he approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly,

of silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable position on the couch,

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

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