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He didn't say a word but kept on staring at me and began to sniff. I stood him chest to chest and said, “oh, are you going to stand there and say nothing? You don’t have anything to say right?” I asked. “I have said my mind” he completed. I shook my head and said, “the rich do whatever they want, and they do not care about the consequences of it on the poor” “so hilarious” I added. “That’s because the poor doesn't have what the rich ones have and it will take ages, centuries and even their generation to make it” he spilled out.

He couldn't even imagine it. "Indra, do you think he can really come up with 15 trillion?" Sendi looked at Indra. "I don't think so. The only wealthy man with the surname Diningrat in Bandung is Roby. Besides, the media has already reported that Roby doesn't have a son," Indra shook his head. He didn't believe Sean could produce that much money.

"Figures. If she had parents to teach her any better, she wouldn't be this pathetic, groveling on the floor like a dog." The laughter around me buzzed in my ears. I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. "That's enough." Dad waved his hand and scowled. "We'll never see a dime from a pauper like her anyway. Have her beg for forgiveness and throw her out. I don't want her to bring misfortune to our family!" After hearing that, Mr. Brown hurriedly nodded. When he turned to look at me, his eyes were laced with venom. "Didn't you hear that? Hurry up and apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Emerson!"

Alaric nodded vigorously. I watched their lives unfold through Isolde’s Instagram. In the photos, Caspian was rowing a boat with Julian in Central Park, cutting Isolde’s steak at a Michelin-starred restaurant, and swiping his black card without hesitation at luxury boutiques on Fifth Avenue. That fatherly smile he showed Julian... if he had given even a fraction of it to Alaric, my son wouldn't be crying out for his daddy in his sleep. But now, he was giving all his love and money to someone else!

Mom had rehearsed in front of me the day before, and now she was brimming with confidence. She wore the white strapless dress Dad liked best and flipped through a couple of pages. I caught the numbers out of the corner of my eye. Hah. Fifty million more, plus two apartments. Against his three billion, it was nothing. Even the comments were outraged on our behalf. [That's it? Did he get rich by being a cheapskate?] [He still has no idea his wife and kid know exactly how loaded he is!] [Man's addicted to lowballing people.]

His mouth dropped abruptly as his one hand clasped his mouth in complete shock. "He is Abhiman Malhotra .. AM invitations head. What's he doing here? You know what, I heard from my dad, he is the best business man he has ever come across from this generation. My dad tried to work with him but his company shares are always on high demand and unreachable for small companies like us. Can you believe he is from a small village and achieved this status on his own sweat. He rejected foreign offers just to set his business in India. I don’t understand how one can easily let go of dollar dreams to live here in this boring country. If I were him I would never return here in fact I would take my whole

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.

Hearing Rose's story, it seems that being a Sugar Baby doesn't sound so bad to Bella. "Don't rush; just think about it first," Rose said slowly. Bella took a deep breath, then looked up again at the sky and closed her eyes tightly. The warmth of the sun returned to her pale face. "Isn't it very tiring to keep working while the money is never enough to support your life? Nowadays, especially in Jakarta, the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer! If there's an easier way to get money, why work so hard?" Rose exclaimed as she lay down on the grass and looked up into the sky.

"Yes, it's okay, dear. But I plan to buy a lot of things, so please transfer a bit more." "Understood, my lady," Chandra quipped. Raisa was overjoyed by Chandra's attitude. Chandra's affection and material generosity truly made her happy. She and her parents, who had lived in poverty, were about to become wealthy. She would no longer need to work as a waitress or cashier in a small mini-market in the city. And her father, who had been lazy to work, would no longer need to pedal a rickshaw or be a construction worker. Just by "selling" his beautiful daughter, he and his wife would become wealthy without having to work.

He became even more frightened as he continued to shake his head. However, Paloma laughed wildly next to Dexie. She looked at Dexie with a stiff smile and said, “Dexie, did you know? His family is extremely poor. He seeks pleasure and fun, but unfortunately, he does not treat women well. He is a man who does not earn a living! His mother is even more impressive. She enjoys intimidating her daughter-in-law. They are poor, yet they look down on everyone.” Dexie looked at Paloma in disbelief. She was filled with pain and anger.