Maeve felt utterly hopeless as Zion chuckled, a chilling sound. "Hey, Maeve, I have a small favor to ask."
"Before you say anything," Maeve interrupted, "I have something even smaller to say first."
"Go on, go on," Zion waved his hand dismissively. "Not just one. Tell me ten or eight things if you want."
Maeve extended her hand. "Give me one million dollars."
The fake smile that had been plastered on Zion's face instantly froze. "Maeve, what do you need so much money for?"
"Commission, of course! I helped you borrow this money. Don't tell me you're planning to pocket it all yourself?"
Zion chuckled, his face full of calculation. "But you married Amour using Maya's name."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing... As long as you ask Amour for another hundred million investment, I'll not only g
