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Instead of blaming the parents of this young poor children, he helped them even in just a small amount of money. Being poor are sucks, sometimes those who are rich all the can do is to waste money hangout anywhere. But those who were being poor and persevere to become rich. They already know how hard is life and they reluctant to waste any single money just to hangout anywhere but instead they're willing to donate some of there money's to the charity foundations and helping the poor one's that doesn't have the ability to make money for themselves. But Jate already knows it because of his grand father's lesson's that those who are in needed of help just help them even if they're poor. Jate ad

Because the demands of work make me look cruel, powerful and even stay up all night to create reports, don't let my guard down, the company can change hands the next day. Poor people always complain about their life and ridicule if rich people are spoiled for nothing, even though if seen by rich people, people who struggle the most don't give up easily. They could lose billions of dollars overnight, not like poor people who only lost $10 but complained like they lost half their lives. In my opinion, poor people are spoiled. They do not like to try and always hope for others, only raising their hands. Shame on you!

Chapter 119 My daughter, first of all, I want to apologize sincerely to you for my awkward behavior towards you and your husband. May my interest is not to disturb you but rather to make you leave well in your old days. I have patiently listened to you and your Prince but there Is one thing that was running out in all his conversation. He doesn’t have a family he is just a street buy. He is a pauper someone who could not even afford to pay his school fees. He is an aimless and complete bastard.

With thinking about that curiously He took out the letter & started reading. “Dear Mike, you don’t know me. But I am your Dad. I missed you a lot. I didn’t contact you these years because I wanted to become the most powerful person in the country. After so much hard work, i have achieved my goals. I Know you won’t believe me. You will have so many questions. I will answer all your questions once I am back. I have kept my eyes over you all these years. Don’t worry son. Dad is here to take care of you. I am sending you 10 million dollars in your account for your basic needs & treatment of Nani. I have also attached my phone number. Call me if you need more money anytime. See you.”

She heaved a sigh and gulped. "All these riches won't matter, father," she said. "And neither does poverty," he cut in. "Yes father, but I'm not asking you to be poor. I'm only asking you to do the right thing," she said, tenderly. He shook his head and smiled. "The only right thing a wealthy man can do is make more money," he said and she sighed again in frustration. "Money? Can money buy life?" She asked. "And neither can poverty," he cut in again and she kept silent.

Everything I had ever known about myself was all lies. "How are you my brother?" "Well, your father, our father was a man who couldn't keep the little man in his pants. We lived in Mexico and he worked in California for years. Next thing he comes back home and says he has a family. My mom tells him to choose and then he chooses you and your mother over us. He stopped giving us money and I started to work at the age of fourteen while you had everything handed to you on a gold platter. Two years later, I am sixteen and you are eight and he and your mom die I don't know what happens to you after that but I know that by the age of 20 you were already a multi-millionaire. Everything was just made

Emma widened her eyes, her expression filled with astonishment. "Dad, Mom, I received over two million dollars!" Emma handed the mobile phone to Mrs. Brebeca to see. Mrs. Brebeca hastily took it and looked at the message on Emma's mobile phone. After reading it, she raised her head, looking at me with an incredulous gaze. "Why do you have so much money? Did you steal or rob?" she asked. "Neither stealing nor robbing!" I replied. "If you didn't steal or rob, then how can someone as poor as you have so much money?" Mrs. Brebeca interrogated.

Minutes later, the driver parks the car in front of Don Justino Bar and Restaurant, one of the most talked-about places. I haven't been a poor girl all my life. As I've mentioned, I had everything in my hands. My father was a successful banker. That's what made me feel shattered when I found out that instead of receiving a will full of properties and some hefty accounts, I received only folders upon folders of debts as inheritance.

"I still own you, either way." "You don't deserve what you have, you know? It was just your father's lucky day." Raj said. "You're a dick, you know that?" Mike stepped up to Raj. "After everything he did for your family?" "And what did he do? Save us from poverty or what?" Raj spat. "I used to think that he was lucky to be born with a silver spoon in his fucking mouth, but...after listening to my father tell me how his father sucked up to their boss, thereby causing the poor man to make him the sole heir of everything he owned... I realized that it should have been us and not them."

After his review he lay down on his bed. He didn't close his eyes first but he wanted to make up his mind for the young lady first. As time went on, he got closer to the young lady. She inspired him to continue the struggle of his life. Suddenly he remembers his parents, their former life of luxury and business. When he was young, his parents once included him in their company, the Fermindoza Interior Design Company. His father’s company was the well-known company in the whole city but his father fell ill so they had to sell the company and their other property for the operation and spend more while he healed.