Calista walked up to Freya, feigning confusion. "Freya, what are you waiting for? Take out the money."
Belinda chimed in, clearly enjoying the show.
Freya bit her lower lip, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Of course, she didn't want to just stand there like an i***t, but her father had frozen her cards after the last banquet. Right now... she had no way of coming up with that million dollars.
"I... I..." Freya stammered, struggling to form a complete sentence.
"You what?" Belinda raised her voice dramatically. "Don't tell me... you can't pay up? My god, Luke's daughter can't even cough up a million bucks?"
"That's embarrassing. Is Mr. Harrington that broke?" someone sneered.
"If you don't have the money, why make a bet? What a joke."
The murmurs around them got nastier, and
