Chapter 298 Your Standards Are Abysmal

• "Here, how much do you want? Let me give you 30. No, wait—make it 38," Frederick laughed boisterously. "Don't look so offended. That's enough to buy a few buns a day. You'd survive a whole month on that."
• Lily Earl stifled a giggle behind her hand. "Frederick, is he really in such a bad state? Didn't he get anything when he divorced your cousin?"
• Frederick smirked, his tone dripping with mockery. "Oh, this idiot wanted to play noble and didn't take a single cent. Thought he was so impressive, but now? Look at him—barely scraping by. My cousin's coming here tonight, and he's here in the lobby. If not for money, then what's he waiting for?"