Aiden stared at Alain. The seventeen-year-old young man flashed him a sweet, reassuring smile.
"Exactly how much money am I supposed to vouch for, every month?"
Aiden swallowed. He distrusted Alain, but he was offering to do the very favor that Jack refused to do. And it was not like Aiden was asking for money from Alain.
Why not take him up on the offer?
"Twenty thousand pounds."
It was not a small sum of money. Alain narrowed his eyes at Aiden, but he did not ask further questions.
"My savings are thrice the number, so I am good for lying. Just give my name to whoever you want."
It was only as expected. As Jack Matthews' heir apparent, Alain's monthly pocket money was equal to an executive's monthly pay.
"Thank you," Aiden said.
Alain wiped his hands dry with a paper towel before tossing it into the trash bin. He grinned mischievously at Aiden.
"You owe me, big brother. I hope you remember that."
