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 left eye again, all the lights in Griffin's place were

nuts? Sneaking up

"You're the one who's nuts! Didn't you say you didn't want to see me? How else was

laughing. "Since when did you start following orders so

energy to argue.

"It's pouring rain, and the

dumbfounded, "Wait, what? Why

as if it were the most obvious thing

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

"Sorry, my garage isn't for

settling

continued her work as if he was

to rumble. He tapped the desk,

Griffin gestured toward the fridge, "Help

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

could not help but ask, "Is this

me here, so

felt a sudden pang of

first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much

be on a diet like

yourself. Why not keep some veggies or some meat in the

floor under the light,

and silently added the only sausage left from the fridge

wolfing down

still engrossed in her research. Bored out

Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched

instant noodles

sighed. "You're working

eye less swollen, he approached and squatted beside her, staring at her with unknown thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, Griffin's head dropped, and Leopold caught it as quickly

silence, he lifted her into a more comfortable position

he tossed it aside, grabbed Griffin's car keys, and

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