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

documents, and upon seeing Leopold awake, she nonchalantly remarked, "Are you nuts? Sneaking up behind people all

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 to hide

"Since when

the energy to argue. I've delivered your

fast," Griffin pointed outside, "It's pouring rain, and

"Wait, what? Why would they

traffic," Griffin said as if it were the most

clenched his fists, grinding his teeth, "Couldn't you, just maybe, help me out and move the

garage isn't for

was speechless, finally settling

continued her work as if he was

rumble. He tapped

gestured toward

found nothing but instant noodles and pre-made sandwiches inside, alongside cans of soda - the

could not help but ask, "Is

me

felt a sudden pang

first time, he noticed Griffin seemed much thinner than

be on a diet like

woman, you could take better care of yourself. Why not

out on the floor under the light, falling across her

silently added the only sausage left from the fridge into

sat on the couch, wolfing

her research. Bored out of his mind, Leopold eventually

found Griffin asleep on the carpet, leaning against the couch, blue pen still clutched in hand, the other two pens precariously

instant noodles

sighed. "You're working too

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

lifted her into a more comfortable position on the couch, draping his jacket

tossed

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