Page 194 of Morally Corrupt

“Well. I might have gone a little overboard. It has twelve bedrooms. And a large basement that you can turn into a training ground. And expansive grounds so we can perhaps get Mally a companion—or more.”

“This must have cost a fortune, though. Where did you get the money?”

“About that…” he trails off and scratches the back of his head. “Before Theodore Hastings died I liquidated all of the assets Jimenez left in his name. Vlad helped me move the funds around to different offshore accounts. I only recently got access to them since I wanted to make sure I covered my tracks first.”

“You liquidated Jimenez’s assets?” I repeat.

“Only the ones in my name.”

“And how much are we talking about?”

“I’ve even set up a trust fund for our child and?—“

“Adrian, how much?”

He smiles sheepishly.

“A couple hundred million.”

I gawk at him.

“A couple hundred…”

“Well, almost three hundred with the interest.”

I blink.

“You’re telling me you’re rich?”

He nods guilty.

“I’m sorry you won’t be my sugar mamma anymore. It was nice while it lasted though.”

We’ve been mostly living off my paycheck since he had nothing to his new name. I didn’t mind it of course, even though things might have been a bit tighter than I am used to. But this?

He’s a freaking multimillionaire!

“I really liked being your sugar mamma though,” I grumble. “Though I suppose I can be your sugar baby now.”

“Sugar baby?” He chuckles.

“Yup. I am waiting to be spoiled. I am almost a decade younger than you anyway. This works perfectly. Just so you know. I have a very thorough wish list, which I will send you. There are a few weapons in there that might be hard to procure, but I trust you.”

“Why doesn’t it surprise me that your wishlist is comprised of guns?”

“You bought a mansion with a large basement so I can do my target practice,” I counter. “Great decision with the location, by the way. I do love a remote location so no one can bother us.”

“I’m happy you approve. I thought you might like it.”

I wave my hand at him.

“Enough of the house talk. Let’s get back to the part where you’re rich now.”

“And?” He asks with a wicked gleam in his eyes as he leans back into his seat.

“Well, I suppose I should start practicing my sugar baby role then,” I murmur as I get under the table and lay my head on his lap.

he watches me through hooded eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.

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