Just as she reached for another bottle, I shouted in desperation, "I’ll pay! But I don’t have that much on my card! How about two million now and I’ll call someone to bring the rest?"
It wasn’t a lie. I had won five million in the lottery, but I had donated over two million to help poverty-stricken areas.
After taxes, only two million remained in my account.
Even if they beat me black and blue, I still couldn’t magically produce three million!
Before I could take another breath, a heavily made-up woman dripping in jewelry slapped me across the face.
"Head to toe, you’re decked out in designer brands and now you’re claiming you don’t have money?"
"Don’t think I’m stupid. If you dare pull any stunts or call the police, I’ll make sure you’re ‘dealt with’ immediately!"
"Maggie, why bother arguing with him? Just send him to Mentor Wilson! With his looks and body, a little ‘training’ will make him a gold mine!"
The words sent a chill down my spine. That was when I took a closer look at the woman they called Maggie. Something about her heavily painted face and flashy jewelry struck a chord. Wasn’t she… Margaret?