The sound of a single person's yawn echoed across the pristine, regal halls of the Evergreen Estate. It was quite a sight to behold; the sublime, beautiful portraits of past Kingscrown family members, the highly expensive-looking furniture, and the ornate construction of, well, everything.
In Reed's eyes, everything looked like it probably cost several million credits, possibly more. His former street-rat mindset still remained even after he'd come into a fortune. It was his greatest asset back in the slums: hard-earned lessons that he followed in order to increase his chance of surviving a normal day in the worst parts of his hometown.
If you don't own something, don't fucking touch it.
If you want to get your beaten up or even killed, ignore this rule. Keep to yourself and keep what you own close to you…
Showing off wealth is the same as pinning a target on your ass.