The chorus of flattery swirling around Trent was clearly doing its job. He soaked it in, chin lifted, chest puffed, and turned a smug grin toward Liam. "You see what that is? That's what real money looks like. A trophy husband spending his wife's allowance wouldn't understand the feeling, not if he lived a hundred years."
A ripple of murmured agreement passed through the classroom, and several students exchanged knowing glances as though a puzzle had just clicked into place.
"I was wondering how a freeloading husband could throw around that kind of cash," one guy muttered to his seatmate. "Turns out he's just draining his wife's account."
"That's roughly 1.4 million dollars in liquid cash, and she's going to skin him alive... especially since the Montgomerys don't have that kind of mone
