My billionaire husband
I try to concentrate on being nonchalant and rude, but she keeps scratching her body and her nose, it’s distracting and worrisome.
“Do you know about the relationship between Mr. Vandercage and your husband?”
Of course, I wouldn't call him my father, not after all the mess he’s put me in.
“Ohhh, that man. You know he’s a dumb piece of shit. He was collecting fifty billion dollars every fucking year from your father.”
“How didn’t I know about this?”
“You were just a little girl, we didn’t want to bother you with that. There’s a lot of this you don’t know about.”