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.

he could finally open his

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

you say you didn't want to see me? How else was I supposed

when did you start

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

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

Why

Griffin said as if it were the most obvious thing in the

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

garage isn't for storing Husky

was speechless, finally settling on the

continued her work as if he was not even

Leopold's stomach began to rumble. He

gestured toward

noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans

ask, "Is this what

"Just me here, so I make

Leopold felt

noticed Griffin seemed

be on

take better care of yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the house? This..." He turned to find Griffin with headphones on, ignoring

on the floor under the light,

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

sat on the couch, wolfing down

in her research. Bored out

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

noodles were

sighed. "You're working

squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped,

minutes of silence, he lifted her into a

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

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