Beneath the Sweet Facade, a Dog Scammer
I said with a smirk, “but I’ve spent quite a bit on it. You’ll need to cover the expenses first.”
Hugo’s eyes narrowed as he cut in.
“Name your price.”
“$50,000.”
Xena’s fake sweetness vanished in an instant, replaced by a twisted scowl.
“$50,000?! You’ve got to be kidding. Why don’t you just rob us?”
I raised an eyebrow, my tone dripping with amusement.
“Oh? You were fine spending $790,000 on ‘dog expenses,’ but suddenly my $50,000 is too much?”
Xena’s expression went stiff. She was at a loss for words. Her eyes turned watery as she clutched Hugo’s arm, her voice soft and pleading.