Martin let out a sharp whistle.
"Mark, do you have any idea what this place costs? The rent for a Platinum floor unit is like a... like a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. A month."
Mark froze. He knew it was expensive, but a hundred and fifty grand? Monthly?
"There's no way she's paying that herself," Martin added, shaking his head. "Someone with very deep pockets is taking care of her, Mark."
"Julian Blackwood."
Martin blinked. "Who?"
"She's my fiancée," Mark said. "He doesn't get to just, step in like this."
"But I thought the family broke off your engagement."
Mark glared at him.
"You don't have to remind me. Although it's my hope we can get back together."
"What about Clarisse?"
Mark shrugged. "What about her?"
Martin looked at him in disbelief. "I mean, she's pregnant. Are you just going to abandon her?"
"Of course not," Mark replied casually. "But that doesn't mean I have to marry her."
"Does she know that?"
"No. She thinks am going to marry her."
