"Yeah."
Broderick pulled out his phone.
"I already accepted that one million from Dylan for you. He transferred it to me, I'm sending it to you now."
Honestly, he should've given it to Leslie yesterday.
But after that mess, they were both a bit awkward, and she even stormed off.
Don't know if it was the notification sound or just instinct, but Leslie glanced at her phone - transfer message, but it's not one million. It's two.
She raised an eyebrow. "Broderick, did you mess up? It was supposed to be one million. You sent double that."
Broderick took a sip of his tea before answering, "No mistake. The extra's pocket money for you. When you run out, just ask me for more."
Then he handed her a sleek black platinum card. From the look and feel, it wasn't cheap.
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