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,

nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all in black with a mask? How do you expect someone

clutched 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

when did you start following orders

"I don't have the energy to argue. I've delivered your stuff; I'm out

pointed outside, "It's pouring

"Wait, what? Why would they tow

said as if it were

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

garage isn't for storing Husky

finally settling on the couch in

as if he was not

began to rumble.

back, Griffin gestured toward

and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda - the classic

not help but ask, "Is this

me here, so I

reason, Leopold felt a

the first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner

would be on a diet

of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the house? This..." He turned to find Griffin

the floor under the light, falling across

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

wolfing down the nutritionally void

engrossed in her

blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two

noodles

sighed. "You're working

swollen, he approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head

he lifted her into a more comfortable position on

the untouched instant noodles, he tossed it aside,

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