After dinner, Adrian put me in the car.
By the time I got home, the rain had stopped.
I shut off the engine, let out a long breath, and decided I still needed to transfer the money to Adrian.
I checked my bank balance. After paying for the studio equipment and Ethan’s wages, plus our household expenses, I had 620,000 left.
I’d originally thought the car was only a few tens of thousands, so I planned to send 300,000.
But William had said this car was over a million.
Even though cash was tight, sending only 300,000 still didn’t sit right with me.
“Julie, do you really have to draw the line this clearly?” my wolf, Linda, asked, confused.
I sighed softly, not knowing how to explain it. How could I tell her I didn’t want to owe him that much and that I wanted us to be equal?
I was terr
