The Billionaire's Regret
she gestures wildly in the air, “Barbie yacht.”
I slowly turn my head toward Hazel.
Hazel smiles with dangerous innocence.
Adrian looks at Rhea first, then at Hazel, instinctively searching for the source of infection. “All right. Who sold my soul to the toy industry today?”
“I merely pointed out, scientifically, that New York has more toy stores per square meter,” Rhea sniffs. “Don’t be cheap, Adrian.”
“I explained inflation to Poppy,” Hazel adds without shame. “If Daddy works longer in New York, the gift value increases.”