She was wearing a micro-leather skirt without tights. Her legs were long, pale, and flawless.
Kian stared, momentarily paralyzed.
Preston leaned in quickly. "Of course! Kian and I are your best friends. When Winifred put you in the hospital, we promised we'd do everything in our power to help you. We won't let anyone hurt you again."
Preston slid a bank card across the table.
"There's a hundred million on this. My grandfather just left me an inheritance. Take it. Pay me back whenever."
His sincerity was touching, but against a multi-billion dollar gap, it was barely a drop in the bucket.
Iris lowered her eyes, looking genuinely crestfallen.
"Is it not enough?" Preston asked.
"Not really. I'm still short a few billion. My brother can probably cover two, but I need at least one more."
A billion?
Preston chewed his lip. He turned to Kian. "What about you? How much did you get together for Iris?"
Kian produced a platinum card. But it only held two hundred million—scraped together by selling three waterfront properties and a vintage sports car.
It still wasn't enough.
Preston rubbed his chin. "Well... I have a buddy who runs a finance firm. Let me call him and see how much of a line of credit we can secure."
Kian immediately offered, "Ask him for me, too. I can put my supplement company up as collateral."
"On it," Preston said, stepping out to make the call.
Iris looked up, the picture of guilt. "Kian... am I being too much of a burden?"
He smiled warmly. "I'd bankrupt myself if it meant helping you."

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