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.

accurately, when he could finally open his left eye again, all the lights in Griffin's

"Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people

one who's nuts! Didn't you say you didn't

laughing. "Since when did you start following

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

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

Why would

blocking traffic," Griffin said as if it were the most obvious thing in

you, just maybe,

"Sorry, my garage

speechless, finally settling on the couch in

her work as if he was not even

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

gestured toward the fridge,

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

help but ask,

"Just me here, so

Leopold felt a

Griffin seemed much thinner

she would be on a

a young woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not keep some

out on the floor under

fridge into Griffin's noodle cup, then placed

sat on the couch, wolfing

and Griffin was still engrossed in her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold

blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens precariously perched

instant noodles were

sighed. "You're working

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

a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his

the untouched instant noodles, he tossed it aside,

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