"Which friend are you talking about?" Christopher asked, pretending to be clueless.
"The one who gave you the necklace," Mia replied, biting her lip in frustration.
"Oh, that friend," Christopher exclaimed, as if a light bulb had just gone off. "He's the one who lent me eight million before."
Mia rolled her eyes and said, "Cut the act. I want to know who he is and if I know him."
"Stop asking so many questions. You don't know him." With that, the car rolled to a stop. He ruffled his hair and said, "We're home. You go on inside. I still have some tasks from my boss to finish, so I need to rush back to the office."
Frustrated by his constant dodging, Mia sighed and stepped out of the car.
As Mia exited, Christopher let out a deep sigh of relief, hit the gas, and with a roar, the car sp
