Ramon frowns, the question annoying him even further as well as the connotations of it.

'I'm not your employer. You own half the club, remember?'

I gave it to you.

'For that matter, there's $20 million dollars in your name in a bank in Colombia. Didn't you read the note I left you when I gave you my favourite house?'

He hadn't meant to lash out. It was just there suddenly, and he couldn't stop it.