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Alice was so shocked by what Nino had done. She tried to wake Nino up from the floor, but Nino insisted. "Wake up, Nino!" "I won't get up until you tell me what happened!" Nino insisted. "Nothing happened. I realized it myself." "Has anyone ever told you about the difference between the rich and the poor?" Nino looked intently into Alice's eyes. Nino looked intently into Alice's eyes. With great reluctance, Alice nodded.

I just continued to spoon the rice and side dishes. A few minutes of silence prevailed until Brianna spoke again. “There is a couple who are rich and get along well. Everything can be done, everything is already in them.” I sat down properly and watched Brianna while she was spooning the food. "But despite the luxury there are people who watch them and want to be like them." Luke and I looked at each other. "I don't know why you came here to tell a story." I said laughing. "Is that one of the things you read in the book? Can I borrow it?” I was about to say more but Brianna's face was serious and she turned to me.

“We’re saving money. We can’t afford to hire anyone yet, not until I get my inheritance” Jess sighs. “Yeah, yeah. We’re broke bakers trying to build a dream.” She wipes her forehead. “Speaking of money, are you sure you don’t want to marry Christian Hilton? That's the only way to get your inheritance Penny” I throw a crumpled napkin at her. “Absolutely not.” She smirks. “You’re seriously turning down a fortune because you don’t want to be some hot billionaire’s trophy wife?” I groan, throwing my head back. “Jess.”

What if someone was playing a trick on her? "I've been here for a long time, but it seems the interview won't be ending today as we're so much," the girl said. "But you know, most of the girls here aren't here for the job" Hailey turned to her. "Really? Then what?" "They're here for the CEO. Heard he's a wealthy Billionaire and a womanizer, I guess they came here for him to notice them" Hailey shook her head in pity. "Some girls can be pretty jobless at times" she muttered.

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife.

As it turned out, he was not actually the true heir to the wealthy family he claimed to be—he had been switched at birth. Isaiah's biological mother was actually a household maid, and when the truth came to light, the family furiously expelled both mother and son. His fall from grace was dramatic—he went from living in luxury to becoming the city's laughingstock. To survive, Isaiah had no choice but to take a job as a delivery driver. In an ironic twist of fate, he had become exactly what he had once pretended to be—genuinely poor.

This pack must be filthy rich. I've been in this world for nearly a week and two days, but there is something I've noticed. Regardless of how wealthy one can be, there would always be poor ones, always working their asses off to make ends meet. While the rich ones keep making and squandering more money lavishly. That Clarissa girl I met earlier, from what that judging bitch of a mother mentioned, she must be the daughter of a neighboring pack. Everything on her body screams Nouveau Riche. I shook my head in displeasure, rolling my eyes at my stupidity. Like?, why am I even stressing my brains from what I'll earn nothing from?

He didn't even know that Rohan Randhwa had fallen for her, it meant he didn't know much, and Kevin and Jenny didn't even think it necessary to tell him about it, or they didn't know about this either? Now it was going to be known only after talking to them about it. After a while he let her go, Aastha Tripathi took her hand and squeezed it. "Listen to me, being poor is not your fault, and being poor doesn't make anyone weak. But being poor makes us the most powerful from two places, from here," she pointed at Sohu's heart, then her head "And from here." "The way the poor man lives life, the way they struggle to live every single day, it gives them many experiences and knowledge of this selfi

If I could go back and treat people better, I would. “That was the old me. The new Chloe loves the poor more than the rich. Do you know why? Because rich people are hypocrites. So, we’re friends now, whether in public or private. Just call me Chloe. You are not poor, you just need help, and that help you are going to get it from me. Not having money is not what being poor means. Someone without character is poor. Someone who hurts others is very poor. Someone who is lazy is poor. Someone who works hard and gets even little is not poor. Okay?”

Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me. I sit on the rocking chair inside my spacious bedroom while reading a book. Maybe the life of a poor person was more exciting than the life of a wealthy one. It might be the same with the stories about those poor people who worked hard to become rich. They studied hard, did part-time jobs to maintain themselves in school and also help their families. Until someday, they'd become rich and live happily ever after.