Chapter 47

Leslie locked eyes with Lydia, practically fuming-her nostrils were flaring in anger. She knew Lydia all too well. Right now, Lydia wasn't nearly as cunning as she would be a few years down the line in their previous life. She was just really good at playing innocent. Sweet and obedient in front of others, but once people turned their backs, she'd be pointing fingers and badmouthing Leslie left and right. And she'd always find ways to make her stumble. Thinking about how Lydia had shot Broderick in their past life made the coldness in Leslie's eyes deepen. Then Broderick spoke up, calm and firm: "No, Leslie's really good. Really sweet." Just a simple sentence, but it said it all. He quietly pulled his arm away and gave Leslie's hair a quick ruffle. "Go ahead. I'll wait." Leslie hadn't forgotten what she came for. She went upstairs, a slight smirk on her lips. No surprise, Lydia followed her up. Leslie found her bag-her ID was inside. As for the rest of the paperwork, she'd ask Vivian f