LEON
"I believe I have told you a hundred times that there is nothing that I can do about it, Jean," I say firmly as I pour myself a glass of champagne.
"So you switched from 'uncle' to 'Jean', huh?" Jean's raspy voice comes through the phone hooked between my shoulder and ear.
"Oh please will you stop this?" I say, a mild irritation in my tone. "I have already made it clear that you and I have got nothing to do with each other anymore, haven't I?"
"Yes. You have—"
"Then why do you keep calling me for help?" I take my phone from my shoulder and hold it properly to my ear, feeling a headache blooming in my temple. "Have you got no shame? And how do you always manage to call me from different numbers?"
"Insolent brat…" Jean curses under his breath, "I am your uncle. At least pay me for the things I have done for you."