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,

was just pocket change my son gave me out of respect. My son's worth billions! His

like that, and he was back

over,

the media and took a cab to the hotel where Elysia and Tarquin were

had to figure out a way to bring his son

had him crank out a hundred or so paintings, the cash would

were like walking, talking gold

Cecil dropped to his knees at the hotel

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

see him again! She's already got a congenital

a heart, let the siblings reunite! My

the sympathy card, crying and sniveling at

bowing and scraping, painting

media gathered, cameras flashing

of live streams

internet was in an uproar again,

bully someone

Розичаль

Silver City PD, Silver City government, Silver City Child Protection, if you

taking

top!#

not his biological son, considering the sick little girl, they should at least

do whatever you

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