Chapter 22

Half an hour later, Matthew was carried out, drenched in his own vomit. Asher stubbed out his cigar irritably. Jesse had said Juliet was picking up freelance translation jobs. That bit of money was barely enough to cover a month's property management fees. He knew just how stubborn she was. But without him, how long could she hold out? Asher lifted his fifth cigar of the night to his lips and tapped on his phone. "You have transferred $1,000,000 to Juliet Stone, account ending 0817." He glanced at the bank card number. She had deliberately chosen one that matched his birthday. He opened a chat with Jesse. "Remind Mrs. Greene tomorrow to…" His fingers paused as he muttered under his breath, "How do I remind her to spend money without making it obvious?" He deleted the half-typed message and sent another. "Figure out a way to get Mrs. Greene to spend money. If she doesn't, you're fired." After a moment, Asher decided that wasn't a very motivating message to send his employee. So