When Ellen Pierce stayed silent, Louis grew a bit uneasy.
He had never stooped so low to ask someone for money!
“I’ll pay you back in ten days. Don’t you trust me?”
Ellen Pierce’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then gave a strange smile.
He pulled out a bank card and tossed it to Louis.
“We’re brothers. Why wouldn’t I trust you? There’s thirty million in there—use it however you want.”
Louis hadn’t expected to get the money so easily, but on second thought, it made sense. He had always been generous with his brothers—luxury cars and villas weren’t out of the question.
Thirty million? That wasn’t even interest.
“Thanks.”
“Want me to lend you a set of clothes too?”
Louis shook his head. “Your clothes have terrible tailoring and poor quality. I’ll get something custom from
