Just like that, the whole vibe flipped.Half an hour later, we ended up at a packed little seafood shack in Avensville.Arnold, worth trillions and dressed like he had just stepped out of a boardroom, sat stiffly at a worn-down table, fumbling with disposable gloves, already sweating as he tried to crack into a pile of crab legs.Meanwhile, Ethan, the so-called devil of Avensville, sat there stone-faced, using the same pen he signed billion-dollar deals with to check off items on the menu. "Throw in an order of grilled shrimp. Make it spicy."I pulled out my phone and started a new livestream.The caption was, "Dinner with the Richest Family in Avensville.""Come on, sweetheart. Open up. That's it…" my father said, smiling as he fed me a piece of crab leg. "You won't find better Cajun seasoning than this."I chewed and spoke to the camera, a little muffled, "You guys see this? This is the real Arnold Stone. What you saw earlier is just how he gets when he's angry. This is what
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