At that moment Raymond reached over and gently tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. His touch was soft, reassuring.
"I'm not going to be spending this kind of money all the time," he assured her. "I just… I knew you wanted it. And I made a promise to your mother. More than that, I made a promise to myself—to always give you the best."
His voice was steady, conviction dripping from every word.
Valentina stared at him, her lips parting slightly, but no words came out. She could see it in his eyes—he meant what he said. Every word of it.
But still, forty million Dollars was just too much, knowing what she would be able to do with such money, she couldn't just get her head around it, her business mindset wouldn't just forget and accept.
She crossed her arms, letting out a heavy breath.
"I still don't like it," she muttered, looking away.
Raymond chuckled.
"Noted."
