Freya's POV
Jasper Tristan's expression hardened as he clarified, "This isn't a gift. Consider it a rental arrangement. Fifty million for temporary usage seems more than fair compensation."
I studied his face intently before letting out a sharp laugh.
His jaw tightened. "What's so amusing?"
I struggled to contain my laughter, then everything clicked into place. "For a moment there, I actually thought you were being generous, offering Marshall Patterson fifty million while putting it under my name. Playing both sides to win favor from everyone. But you were just laying another trap for me."
Thank God I didn't fall for it. Otherwise I'd be completely at his mercy right now.
The laughter bubbled up again, though my heart ached with bitter disappointment.
Jasper's voice dropped to a whisper. "Freya, you've got it all wrong. If fifty million doesn't prove my sincerity, I'll lend you three hundred million. Pay off the Bens and walk away from all of this."
