Chapter 688

Leslie Cross's fingers idly scratched at Broderick Ackerley's palm.

"The Greens... They're nothing. Broderick, I want Lydia Green dead. And Samuel Green too."

Their eyes met. For the first time, Broderick saw a fierce hatred blazing in Leslie's gaze—raw and unmistakable.

"Alright," he said simply.

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