Rowan.
"I need to take this, I'll be right back." I announced, crawling out of the trolley, I had a bad feeling about this bastard calling.
There was only one thing he wanted from me...
"Wait, I'll come with-"
"It's fine!" I snapped at him, "Just...Just give me some space." I could see the vivid hurt and confusion in his eyes, but I ignored it and ran outside to answer.
Once I inside the car, I closed the doors and answered, "Why the fuck are you calling me?!" I yelled in an angry voice.
"You know why, where the hell is my seventy million?! You think running away to your country will save you? I'll run right after you bitch." He hissed into the phone.
I groaned and pinched my temples, "I don't have the money yet."
He scoffed, "You're the heir's favorite ass, don't tell me that crap!"
"I'm trying! But you're asking for too damn much! I can't milk that much out of him without a reason. Right now, I can give you twenty million-"
