"Mom, I heard that the sickly Gabriel Moore is here. Why did he come?"
"They're here to give the betrothal gifts, all in cash. Cynthia, I don't know if I did the right thing. I always felt that the Moore family doesn't dislike this son; rather, they're protecting him!"
Cynthia frowned, "Mom, what are you talking about? You don't regret it, do you? I won't marry that man."
Eleanor Quinn suddenly stopped talking, "I don't regret it. It's just strange how he could bring out one hundred million in cash."
Cynthia thought she misheard, puzzled, she asked, "Mom, what did you say? One hundred million? In cash?"
Eleanor Quinn then said, "He actually just brought out one hundred million in cash as the bride price for marrying Vivian."
"What?! How is that bitch worth a hundred million? Mom, where's the bride price? A hundred million, we could buy so many things. That creature Vivian is raising scratched up all my clothes. Mom, I want the money!"
