I blinked. Then snorted. "You've officially lost the plot. You're pimping me out to a man who probably gets the senior citizen discount."
"Don't be dramatic," Mum snapped, though her voice remained polished and posh. "If you won't marry Rhys, you'll have to marry someone. You don't get to float around like some spoiled socialite with no value. That's not how this works."
I stared at her. "So, this is it? I dump Rhys and suddenly you're throwing me at the next billionaire with a functioning heart valve?"
Mum pursed her lips as if trying not to roll her eyes. "I was furious when I heard about the state of your relationship with Rhys. Especially your attitude yesterday. You were cold. Rude. Disrespectful. You embarrassed me. But as it turns out, the situation can still be salvaged.
