Adriana stared at him, disbelief flashing across her face. "What do you mean by that?"
David smiled faintly. "Nothing in particular. Do you know this café's monthly turnover?"
Once again, Adriana remained silent.
"This single café earns nearly a hundred thousand dollars in profit for my son alone," David remarked smoothly.
The words settled heavily between them. Adriana felt her throat tighten.
"I'm not trying to insult you," he continued calmly.
"I'm simply explaining a fact. The world we live in now… we are millionaires." His gaze sharpened.
"You, on the other hand, may come from an above-average middle-class family, but you're still far below us."
Adriana inhaled deeply before responding, her voice steady despite the pressure in her chest.
"That doesn't mean I can't reach that level someday."
David laughed, the sound low and derisive, like a crocodile's slow grin.
"You're seriously overestimating yourself," he said teasingly.
