âWhere do you reckon they will go?â Hilliard pressed for more information.
âWell⦠Yangnaâs probably their lunch spot,â Presley responded casually.
Hilliardâs face grew increasingly serious.
He rushed downstairs and walked to her.
âMrs.
Turner, would you mind lending me some money?â
Presley was about to put a cherry into her mouth, but she halted.
Since he had unfortunately lost all his money, she agreed sensibly, âHow much are we talking about? I canât take out hundreds of millions for the time being.
A million is the most I can spare for now.
â
After a momentâs deliberation, he said, âTwenty should do.
â
âTwenty grand?â Presley asked.
She then went to pick up her purse and was about to write him a check.
Hilliard suddenly added, âNo, twenty dollars will do.
Itâs just to cover the taxi fare.
â
âWhat?â
Presley frowned and looked up at him in bewilderment.
Presleyâs eyes widened in surprise.
The idea of Hilliard actually asking to borrow money from her had never even flickered in her mind.
What threw her for a loop was that he was only requesting twenty dollars.
Despite the strangeness of it all, she agreed and started rifling through her wallet in search of the amount.
The problem was, she didnât find any cash.
It wasnât like she needed cash these days because she carried out transactions with her credit card.
She froze and found herself at a loss for words.
With his sincere eyes fixed on her, she managed an awkward smile and muttered, âHang on a sec, Mr.
Simmons.
â
Presley sprung to her feet and hurried over to the butler.
She quickly requested twenty dollars from him and then made her way back to Hilliard.
She handed Hilliard the money and watched as he slid it into his pants pocket with a grateful nod.
âThank you,â he replied in a courteous tone.
He took his leave and promptly flagged down a passing taxi.