POV: Christopher
“Can’t you go any faster?”
My voice came out sharp as I leaned forward slightly in the back seat.
The driver didn’t respond with words. He just pressed harder on the accelerator causing the car to surge forward.
Good.
I leaned back against the seat, crossing one leg over the other, but my fingers kept tapping impatiently against my thigh.
I hated waiting.
Especially when money was involved.
A slow smirk spread across my face.
Money…
I scoffed softly.
“For a billionaire, Tristan Cole is actually very stupid.”
I shook my head slightly, almost amused.
Fifty billion.
Just like that.
He removed fifty billion dollars from his account and just handed over on a platter of gold.
All because of a child.
And her nanny.
I let out a quiet chuckle.
“That’s exactly why
