Chapter 3 - Richard's Arrogance Crumbles Beneath The Heavy Rain Of Cash
The scattered cash lay around Richard’s polished oxford shoes, a humiliating testament to his public display of cruelty.
None of the wealthy socialites in the audience dared to bend down and pick up a single bill.
They all knew the financial power wielded by the man standing at the base of the stage.
“You always were a loud man with an empty portfolio, Richard,” Mr. Vance said calmly, resting his hands on his cane.
“You think a rented tuxedo and a borrowed charity gala give you the right to auction human dignity?”
Richard’s face flushed bright red, sweat beading along his hairline beneath the harsh stage spotlights.
“It was just a harmless joke for the donors, sir,” Richard muttered, backing away from the microphone.
“Nothing you’ve ever done has been harmless, least of all the way you acquired your seed capital,” Vance replied coldly.
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Eleanor stood frozen near the edge of the stage, her tear-stained face staring at the silver-haired billionaire.
She could feel the heavy gaze of every person in the ballroom shifting back and forth between them.
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