Chapter 18: No More Handouts

*Nigel’s POV*

My phone buzzed. I picked it up and looked at the screen to see two texts: one from Julie and one from my mom.

Julie: Mom said you returned from your trip to Paris. When are you coming over? Mom is driving me crazy, and I need to know if you can help me financially.

Mom: When are you coming to the house? Julie is going crazy, and she's about to drive me crazy.

I knew the second I returned from Paris, Mom, and Julie would text me non-stop. I sighed and sent a reply to my mom first.

Nigel: I'm getting out of bed now. Give me an hour, and I'll come to the house to talk.

I flung the covers off me and stormed to the bathroom. All I wanted to do today was rest and spend time with Sophie later this evening. Sometimes, I wish I had chosen to inherit a trust fund from my father instead of taking over the business. From the day it was announced that I had become a billionaire, all my family saw when they looked at me was dollar signs, especially Julie.