Chapter 75

"Don't!" Dylan panicked. "Elizabeth, I'm begging you, please don't tell my dad. I swear I'll get you the fifty million by next month." Worst-case scenario, he'd grovel to his mom and squeeze the money out of her. His dad absolutely couldn't find out. "Next month? That's way too far off. No way. Three days, tops." Elizabeth always had a bad memory for unimportant stuff. What if she forgot by next month? "Three days? That's way too rushed. Come on, ten days. I promise I'll get the money to you!" Dylan was just trying to buy himself more time. "Not negotiable." Elizabeth didn't buy it. A guy who could blow through millions in one night couldn't scrape together fifty million in three days? Before Dylan could reply, Edward chimed in, tone dripping with sarcasm, "Ms. Kaiser, you really don't know when to back off, do you? If you're really that strapped for cash, I'm sure the Fourth Brother of the Prescotts won't hesitate to throw you a few billion. Why resort to a petty bet just to squeeze D