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I watched the boy tear the nylon and stuffed the whole pancake into his mouth.

He ate it hungrily and then looked at me with a wide smile.

"How about making millions?" He asked and stuffed another pancake into his mouth.

He was so excited to ask me questions about money and I had no idea why he was all excited about it.

"Tell me," he said looking at me. "How do I make such millions in few days?"

"Few days?" I scoffed. Who the hell makes so much money in few days of starting a business?

I knew I wasn't so much older than him— but I tried to brush that off and act more matured.

I barely talked until it was needed and when I did, it was just some words or blatant rhetorical questions.

That was how I aimed at achieving the matured look. By not talking unnecessarily and giving every word time before saying it.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and remained calm but images of the whole incident filled my head.

How Massimo stabbed me mercilessly and how I growled in pains but the only thin