Kent had been keeping an eye on the quiet young man who hadn't said a word since he came in. Despite his tall and imposing stature, Kent thought that he was nothing but a dumb oaf.
Little did he realize that the quiet young man that he so flippantly thought was a "dumb oaf" could make such a statement!
"Eighty million dollars?! Is that really true?! Never!"
Kent could not even believe it. No matter how he looked, Gabe was boasting. There was no way he had eighty million dollars.
The staggering sum of eighty million was equivalent to half of Prosperum's – the city's most expensive club – annual profit.
"Does this oaf think that we're talking about eighty million from a Monopoly game?"
For one moment, Kent doubted that Gabe could even fork out eight thousand.
"And who do you think you
