Hannah didn't reply.
In truth, she had already seen the photos Richard sent.
Her eyes lingered on the golden, crispy fried chicken in the picture. She swallowed unconsciously, her throat dry with longing.
Fried chicken… she wanted some too.
God, she really wanted it.
Damn it—what kind of life was Richard living in there?
The more she thought about it, the more something inside her twisted and soured.
Especially now that she knew he was doing it on purpose—deliberately flaunting it to disgust her—the resentment in her chest only deepened.
No.
She couldn't let him live so comfortably.
Without hesitation, Hannah forwarded the photo to Sean.
[This is what he just sent me. His meal for today.]
[And this is his social feed.]
When Sean and the third man saw the images, their desire to rob Richard burned even hotter.
"Damn it… he's living like a king!" the third man spat, unable to hold back.
While everyone else was starving, Richard was feasting like this every single day.
