Freya's POV
Fifty million dollars. The number hung in the air like a death sentence.
I met Marshall Patterson's expectant gaze with ice-cold indifference. "I don't have that kind of money."
This mess began because of me, but the Patterson family created their own disaster. If they expected me to play the fool and bail them out, they were gravely mistaken.
Marshall's eyes wandered around my office, taking in the expensive furnishings with obvious envy. "Word is you walked away from your divorce with Jasper Tristan owning this entire company. Also heard you've gotten cozy with the Ben family. That mysterious Second Master Ben dropped three hundred million without blinking to help you get back my aunt's bracelet."
He stepped closer, his tone turning presumptuous. "From where I'm standing, fifty million should be pocket change for you. Whether you hit up Jasper Tristan or call in favors with Second Master Ben, it's practically effortless."
