Grant threw out a meaningful laugh. “Oh, Tiffie, has it ever occurred to you that you might have misunderstood me? Your dad, mom, and I are old friends. Heck, I only met your mother by chance the other day, and then we talked and talked, and here we are. What motive could I possibly have? I’m not strapped for cash. So, could you please spare me these nasty tongue-lashings? I’m still your Uncle Grant, you know.”
Tiffany was not in the mood for an Oscar performance, so she went straight to the point. “I’ve hired people to investigate your background, ‘Uncle’, so how about you spare me this unconvincing act? Hell, I bet that car you’re driving isn’t even yours. The debts you owe are appalling, mister. You just wanna squeeze money out of Mom to cover your a**. After all, soon, you’d be so broke, you won’t even have anything to your name.”
The smile in Grant’s face faded. “You’re crossing the line, Tiffie. Your mom knows everything there is to know about me, but more importantly, this is between her and me. You have no reason, nor right to interfere. Lastly, this car’s mine, and I’m gonna get back inside and get home.”
He did as he claimed, climbing back into the car as though he was planning to leave right there and then.
Tiffany gritted her teeth. “Your car, huh? Okay, ‘Uncle’, this makes things easier.”
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