Sixty Four

DELIA HERRERA POV

"You want me to help you," Julie asked, looking down at the cheque in front of her. "You dared to show up in front of me and ask me to help you" she snapped, looking up at me. "What do you take me for Delia, a freaking pushover"

I arched a brow, her rage towards me unexpected. I was offering her five million, so why the hell was she giving me attitude?

"Is the money I am offering not enough for you? Are you trying to ask for more" I asked genuinely confused, my legs shaking agitatedly as I leaned forward, "Five million is a lot of money and if you don't take it, you might, no, you'll end up regretting it, Julie"

Julie gaped at me, a disbelieving look on her face. "Did you lose some of your brain cells? Like, where the hell do you get the audacity? You dare come to me and throw money in my face after what you did to me? Are you fucking serious right now"

I could feel the wrinkle form on my forehead. "And what did I do to you, Julie? What are you so pissed off for?