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"Do you know what I like about you, Bryan? It’s the fact that you know what it's like to want to be rich, and you’re trying your best to get there, but you simply can’t. You will always be poor, and there's no way you could ever afford a necklace like that. Stop bluffing—it’s starting to become irritating," Mrs. James said. Natalie scoffed. “He thinks we are talking about some cheap iron necklace. If you ever get the money to buy that, I swear I will worship you like a god.” “I will buy it,” Bryan said simply. Tracy held his hand and reassured him, “It is okay, babe. You don’t have to pressure yourself. I am fine with anything you can afford.” As they were leaving, Tracy’s phone rang—it was her grandfather. Sensing something was wrong, she answered, “Good evening, sir.” “You better com