The Mingled Grief and Hatred.

Hearing Viviani’s sudden revelation, a confused look appeared on Tang Xiu’s handsome face as he asked in surprise, “Why?”

“Well, I’m rich!” Viviani proudly smiled.

Struck dazed, Tang Xiu rolled his eyes immediately. He was indeed puzzled by the attitude shown by Tom Reggie toward Viviani. Now, he understood. Viviani, inside Tom Reggie’s mind, was but someone with more money than sense.

“It’s not only because I’m rich, though. I also saved him! I coincidently helped him solve some troubles when he offended some people in Latin America a few years ago. Hence, he has been very respectful to ever since.”

Tang Xiu understood in a flash and forced a smile, “Can’t you finish talking at one go? I also think that Tom seems to treat you like a hillbilly money-bag and wants to get more profits from you!”

“Hmph!” Viviani snorted. “The Chinese call it spendthrift and foolish, no? But don’t take it for granted, though. Unless I want to throw my money, nobody will get even a dime from me.”