Chapter 312

Even with all the baggage from her past, getting on Leslie's good side definitely wasn't a bad move. Harold reached out for a hug, but grabbed nothing but air as Broderick swiftly pulled Leslie into his arms. His voice had that cold, commanding edge. "Go sit down." Harold's eyes darted around, a bit confused. Wait... seriously? He just wanted a friendly hug with Leslie, wasn't that cool? Still not giving up, Harold moved in as if to try again. But Broderick had this stormy vibe around him. "Harold." "Yes, sir!" Harold blurted, realizing from Broderick's tone that he might've really pushed the wrong button. He quickly backed off and shuffled into the private room. The room was all guys-except Serena. The moment Broderick walked in, her eyes locked onto him and didn't waver for a second. Everyone glanced toward Leslie, curious. Broderick and Leslie were holding hands. Dylan let out a sharp whistle. Last time he'd had a drinking contest with Leslie, he lost. That kind of experience made h