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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?”

"Who is Rich Daddy, Dinda? I am your only father!" Sebastian's voice trembled, trying to hold back his burning anger. But the words came out louder than he intended. Dinda frowned, looking at her father with a scared look. She took a few steps back, slowly releasing her grip on Sebastian. “No, Dad! Rich Daddy is good. He often gives me toys!” Dinda shouted, her voice getting higher. Hearing those words made Sebastian's chest feel tight as if something was strangling him. How could Sara bring another man into their daughter's life and make Dinda believe that there was another father figure who replaced him?

The vibration of Royal's phone cut him mid-laughter, and his smile morphed into something deadly as he glanced at the screen. "Speak." he half roared into the speaker and took off, leaving Lucious with his face covered in dough. "Daddy is rich, and we are poor.” Lucious intoned after a momentary silence and a flare of pain lasered inside. Wait for kids to attack you with the ugly truth. "Daddy is surely rich baby," I added, with a pang of bitterness lazing my insides. Did he really have to call me out like that? I was about to give Lucious a pep talk, something straight from Rich Dad; Poor Dad when Royal sauntered into the kitchen, a dangerous shadow marring his perfectly refined features.

I looked at Dave and asked him. “Your dad is a billionaire?” I said surprised, that would explain the place we were at last night. He looked at me, his eyes full of sorrow. He closed his eyes and opened them, then nodded his head, “My dad was a billionaire”. I felt pity for him and his dad but there was no way I could help. “Now listen, young man, you cannot have Diana anymore, even if you both have the same alphabet starting your name. Poverty is real.” Dad cleared his throat as I looked at him with my mouth wide open.

Antonio asked me, pouring water from a jug into a glass without waiting for my response. "No. I didn't know he had a twin brother." I said in a low voice, my knees dragging to my chest where I sat on the floor in a corner. It was a shed made out of wood. A blue carpet filled the corner and there was a white desk in the center of the room and a mattress on the floor. "There's many things you don't know about it and you just follow him around like a puppet." He said in a mocking voice. "Not willingly." "He's a rich man with a lot of secrets, too many secrets." He shook his head and put the glass of water on the table.

Juan Pedro weaved tales of lies in response to the question of his father. He really had to make something out of this blessing. Only a fool would remain poor if he was given the chance to attain a better life. "You stupid, boy! How could you give your food to that beggar?! And you didn't get the eggs in Mang Karding's house also." Fernando Jose scolded his son. He knew that his son was a good boy but this it was mere folly to feed others when they could barely feed themselves. Fernando Jose shook his head in dismay.

"I know your husband and his friend, Alex, are righteous. They would never do such underhanded and sketchy things like stealing and robbing, but that is because they come from very powerful families with deep pockets. Take your husband, for example. Although he once was forced to live in exile abroad and was forced to survive with his mother, his mother was a world-famous architect. Although your husband did not have the right to inherit his family's properties, his father was the director of Ford Group, after all, so he was the son of the director. Although he did not have the right to inherit, even if he were to snatch it, he would still be snatching from one of his own, so that's not call

He said, not believing what I said. I smirked. Screw it. Screw the rich people. I had enough of this world and for people like him who think highly of themselves. Rich people think the world is about money. They think they can always get what they want. They are too driven by greed. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer. I’m tired of this damn system. “Everything can be bought with money! I can even buy your whole life! Just stay away from my son!” I clicked my tongue, now smirking. “Tsk, you’re just getting desperate now knowing your son only listens to me,” I said. “I feel pity for you.”

Cathy's tears wanted to drop but then she turned from Craig. "Are you not going to eat?" "No, give it to him." Craig's jealousy is at its peak, Cathy runs from him, she doesn't come with the bicycle, so she goes to cry, Craig wants to go after her but Prosper holds his hand. "Don't, I told you that girls are money-conscious. If you don't have money, they leave you for someone rich." Prosper is crazy, he keeps feeding Craig with bad thoughts. He ran his hand over his neck in frustration, he always felt that he was happier now that he was poor, but with Luis showing up, he hated poverty, he didn't want to be poor anymore, he wanted to have all the riches in the world back.

In the old days he'd have said, "hey! Hey! It's okay pop, don't worry we ain't gonna lose money" It seemed as though he was expecting him to say it. Temi needed help from ---from cleaning other people's diapers. Temi just sat and stared. His father was dark, and shiny, the only light in his body was his eyeballs. 'I don't care if we loose money, if we are that scared of poverty, we can help the poor. And I have got savings so---- I have nothing to be scared of' Temi knew in his heart that he wouldn't care if he had said that out loud to his big featured, tall dark Daddy. "Well get going." Mayowa said when everything was becoming odd, he picked up a file and opened it.