"You like money, don't you? I've given you quite a lot, haven't I? What was your bill last month? Hailey spent a full thirty million. I bet no other wealthy lady in this town has as many jewelry pieces as you do, right?" Atlas Hallow's thin lips lightly parted: "I'm not against you spending money. You can spend whatever I give you, but Hailey, have you ever thought that the moment you spent this money, you could no longer demand anything else?" If she were content, perhaps he would feel merciful and unwilling to tangle with her, but Atlas discovered that Hailey Hill only cared about maintaining the lifestyle she desired, not him.
Never profaning any pure emotions, he himself had never truly liked her; perhaps he had long perceived her material nature.
Yet he had another strange feeling; he actually hoped Charlotte Miller was materialistic. If she were, he could continuously provide her with ample money. Wouldn't she always cling tightly to him, never wanting to leave?
