“What?” I gaped at him. “But it’s my birthday!” “That’s why it’s one hundred,” Ollie replied. “Otherwise, I’d need a trillion.” I narrowed my eyes right back at him. “What do you need a hundred quid for?” “For my Legos,” he replied. “And my business.” “Oh yeah?” I arched a brow. “And what business is that?” “My spy business,” he told me. “And you’re my number one target.” He squinted his eyes at me. “I’m watching you all the time.” Jesus Christ… Shaking my head, I pointed to my jeans. “Get my wallet.”
