THE BILLIONAIRE DAUGHTER'S CHOICE
"Damn it, Ross Chester, I don't understand you at all."
"That may turn out to be the understatement of the year!" Ross exclaimed angrily. "So little rich girl, you thought you understood me? Yet you were so sure I'd jump out of my skin for joy anytime your father in his great generosity gives me a present? I don't need a Mercedes Benz. I'm fact, I don't need any such tokens from either of your parents. I know you cannot tell them, you're too chicken, do I'll do it for you. Your mother already regrets giving her little Red Riding hood to the wolf, so this won't suprise her, he sneered and stormed out of the room.