It was Emmett's money, and donating it was like banking some good karma for Emmett himself.

Giving it to him, though? Total waste!

After all, Emmett had done his duty. If they couldn't hold onto that cash, that was on them.

...

The underground casino was buzzing with life.

Today, Cecil was the man of the hour, strutting around like he owned the place!

Overnight, he went from being a nobody to the big dog!

Normally, people at the casino looked at him like he was a broke stray.

But today, everyone was calling him 'Cecil' left and right. He was so puffed up with pride, he barely recognized himself.

But his high didn't last long.

Because today, he gambled big, blowing through the million-plus Emmett gave to Claire in less than two hours!

Cecil, fuming, stormed out of the casino, shouting,

son gave me out of respect. My son's worth billions!

gone just like that, and he was back

mulling it over, snorted

the media and took a cab to the hotel where Elysia

to figure out a way to

home and had him crank out a hundred or so paintings, the cash would roll in,

they were like walking, talking gold

Cecil dropped to his knees at the hotel entrance, putting on

please, beg you, give me back my son. My daughter's

if she doesn't see him again! She's already got a congenital illness! She can't handle this kind

a heart, let the siblings reunite! My daughter's days are numbered, oh... please...

the sympathy card, crying and sniveling

was bowing and scraping, painting himself as the pitiable

media gathered, cameras

plenty of live streams

was in an uproar again, with folks taking

sad, how can they bully someone like this, won't anyone step

Розичаль

government, Silver

we're taking

top!#

sick little girl, they should at least let the

whatever you want? Hogging

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