Aaron Perkins raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a barely perceptible smile, and clinked his glass.
"Fair enough."
Abigail Hemsworth smiled, took back her glass, and sipped it lightly.
Then she placed her hand on the wheelchair armrest of Claire Perkins.
"Looks like I also owe thanks to Arabella for finding me an easy, trouble-free way to make money."
Claire Perkins looked up at her, "Are you short on money?"
"Of course." Abigail Hemsworth swirled her wine glass, her beautiful eyes sweeping around the banquet hall, "What are all these people doing if not for money?"
After going through things with Zaiden Gray and Selena Summer, Claire Perkins seemed to see through certain matters more clearly.
Without fully pondering Abigail's words, she got the gist of it.
Indeed, everyone is busy at the edge of a money-centered vortex.
Like walking corpses.
No matter how rich anyone present might be, they're still running after money and power.
