Asking For Money

Deep down, he knew that without Cecilia’s support, he was nothing. With his current reputation and lack of resources, he couldn’t afford to burn this bridge.

Reluctantly, he sat back down beside her, his gaze drifting toward the frenzied bidding happening onstage. The more he watched, the more agitated he became, as if every rising number was a slap to his face.

Eventually, unable to sit still any longer, Magnus slipped away to the back of the venue. There, he pulled out his phone and dialed his grandmother.

When Heather heard his request for more money, she was puzzled. “Sweetheart, didn’t you just take several million not long ago? Why do you need more so soon?”

“Grandma, I really need your help. Please,” Magnus pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice. “I need this money urgently. If I can get it, I’ll be able to marry Chelsea. And once I’m married to her, we’ll never have to worry about money again.”

Heather had always had a soft spot for her grandson. Though slightly hesitant, she didn’t want to disappoint him. “All right, give me a moment. I’ll speak to your uncle and see what I can do.”