Claudia POV
"But it's different for those who were born with money. If they aren't that greedy, then they'd settle with whatever amount they got and live on it."
"Gatlin men, on the other hand, are naturally hard-working. All Gatlin men across the generations have the grit and talent to do business, including my father."
"He may be a promiscuous, wasted bastard now. But if he really wants to, he can bounce back and start a new business all on his own, and it would definitely succeed no matter how hard I try to stop him."
"That's why I don't want to push him into a corner, because a cornered mouse will bite back," he grinned, but that grin didn't reach his eyes. He looked so cruel right now, yet I still had no idea what he was trying to say.
"If I give him five hundred dollars, do you think that'd be enough?" he asked, and I answered with a quick no.
"But isn't that the point? They have to work their asses off to survive, or else they'd have nothing to eat…"
