Chapter 17 He's the Man She Died Protecting

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  Connor let out a sharp "Ah!"   Seriously? Everyone probably just finished eating, and now they're dragged into work without even a breather?   But orders were orders-no one dared defy them.   Ten minutes later, everyone had shown up.   Broderick stood there, stone-faced, voice cool and direct: "Begin."   Only Connor glanced at Broderick, recalling his earlier words: "Get all remaining tasks done before three."   At that moment, it hit him-was Broderick in such a rush to finish because he wanted to dash home and dote on his wife?   *****   Leslie wasn't one for interruptions while working.   She'd told Alfred that before-said it with such a serious look, nobody would've dared challenge her on it.   Her portrayal of Broderick was steadily taking shape under her brush.   The room

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