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" Upon hearing that, I clenched my jaw, anger simmering just beneath the surface. I couldn't believe that all of my hard-earned money had been wasted on him just like that! Kevin grew even more triggered when he caught the cold fury in my eyes. He flew into a rage as he spat, "Did you think that someone would suddenly barge in and save you, you little mongrel? "Only poor, dirty rats like you would believe in rags-to-riches fairytales. Don't you love acting pitiful? I'm going to give you something to actually be pitiful about!" He then raised the hammer in the air once more, aiming for my good leg next.

"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!"

I had graduated, too, and was starting my own branded company. I knew that David tried many times to meet my mother. The man would stand outside our door and kneel, begging my mom to forgive him. "I'm sorry, Yvonne. It's all my fault. I just made a mistake any other man would've made! Please, forgive me!" It was not easy going from riches to bags. Both David and Janice despised the poor and loved the rich; they valued money above everything else. Every time he dropped by, Mom would call for the security guard. "Guards! How could you just let a beggar in? God, he's so smelly! Throw him out."

Peter admitted, analyzing the resemblance. "Exactly. That 23-year-old young man is my son. I did some digging and found out he was brilliant in school—he had the potential to be exceptional. But he didn’t have the means. He had to pause his studies several times because of financial struggles. His mother worked cleaning houses, barely making a living." Theodore’s voice tightened as a lump formed in his throat. "Do you know how ridiculous this is? You and I—we made a fortune. And now, after buying the refinery, we have even more. Meanwhile, my son and his mother scraped by with whatever they could, doing whatever they had to in order to survive.

Haley frowned slightly, then sneered, "Jack, you really have the nerve to ask for millions? Why don't you just rob a bank?" "You don't understand!" Jack's eyes were red with hatred. "I grew up poor, in a small town. When the town was flooded, my dad went out in the rain to find food for us and never came back. My mom and I have suffered so much. When she got sick, we couldn't afford the surgery, and she died. "You rich people can't understand the suffering of the poor!" Seeing him struggle to attack Haley, Dean kicked him hard. "Stay down! Just because you're poor doesn't mean you can steal and blackmail."

Sophie's mom asked, "That man that looks retched, that suffering Is written on his forehead, the man that poverty Is smelling all over his body" Sophie's dad said, "don't you see that covetousness has taken over his life, and he's coming to take over my business just like that In the name of son In law" Sophie's dad said, "If you have a problem with my daughter getting along with a man that's Interested In her, then, I will tell her to leave your job and face her life" her mom said,

Richard sighed, leaning back again, “I know you must be going through a lot, and I get that, but this is a lot to ask from a stranger.” “Well, you're right,” I forced a smile, “but think of this as a business deal instead.” Richard smirked, stroking his beard again. A single ray of hope glowed in my heart when I saw him look up. He was intrigued and I didn't want the opportunity to slip away. “Money is not a problem, if that's what you're worried about,” I added, "My dad's a billionaire.” "Yeah, I can see that," Richard exhaled, glaring at the coffered ceiling and marble walls before turning to me. “How much are we talking about, exactly?”

I wouldn’t be surprised if a billet comes flying into the car the moment Nick starts talking because there are no depths of evil the Rutherfords haven’t reached. “I had to save my life. I was poor. Very poor. So poor I couldn’t afford anything, not even a shirt. My father was a gambler, my mother was an alcoholic, my younger sister died from severe yet untreated heart diseases, my elder brother ran away from home many years ago. I’m the only surviving family member… that’s if my elder brother isn’t dead. I had to drop out of college in my second year. I roamed the streets, homeless for four years but one day, while working at a strip club, I met Mr Ricci Rutherford. He asked me to play a gam

The very men who once demanded my servitude scrambled to bow before me, each offering a business card with obsequious smiles. "Miss Holman, should you ever need anything, please contact me…" "Miss Holman, you attend Ragger High, right? My nephew studies there too. Perhaps you two could…" "Miss Holman…" The Morris family's faces twisted as though they had swallowed filth. The very people they groveled to were now groveling to me and Grandpa—two "paupers" they had always despised. By now, only a fool would fail to realize that Grandpa's identity was far from ordinary.

Dazzled them with big words and colorful charts and a slick sale? Griff knew damn good and well what would have happened: they’d have bought in. Despite his Dad’s life-long mistrust of city boys and rich bankers, he’d have liked Wilbur Worthington just fine, all because the man had come from the dirtiest of dirt-poor backgrounds. Worthington had started with less than nothing and he’d fought and worked his way up from the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. Ralph Griffin would have respected that gritty and grim climb up and out, and he’d have seen a man who understood poverty intimately, who understood it deep in his bones. A man who had breathed it, and bathed in it, and battled to escape