This was the first time in twenty-eight years someone thought of Stanley as a poor person.

“I have some savings. I borrowed the rest from my boss,” Stanley answered calmly.

“How much did you borrow?” Xyla asked.

“Approximately three million dollars. I’ll pay him back over time,” he added.

Xyla did not hesitate to shove the car keys into his pocket before gently patting the car’s hood. “Listen to me and return this immediately. It’s not worth getting into debt over a car.

“Besides, haven’t I told