"How much do you have right now?" Harry asked, clearly impatient. If he couldn’t get the full amount, a partial payment would do for now.
"…T-Two hundred thousand," Vera stammered, hesitating before giving him a number.
Harry instantly scoffed. "Seriously? Miss Taylor of the mighty Taylor family only has two hundred grand stashed away? You think I'm that easy to fool?"
"You said it yourself—I’m just the stepdaughter. Sure, it looks all glitz and glam on the outside, but compared to the real heiress, I barely count." Vera's voice was filled with bitterness.
Of course, she didn’t bother spelling out just how different their lives really were.
Harry paused, hesitated a beat, then seemed to accept her explanation. "Fine. Wire me that two hundred thousand now. You’ve got three
