Hallie Morgan pouted, but with the thought of eating something cooked by Dylan Collins, she instantly grew excited and sidled up eagerly.
"Dylan, how much do you earn in a month?" she asked.
"About a million, I guess."
"A million...That doesn't sound like a lot."
"Well, the real money comes from stock dividends. I imagine a listed company could split several billion a month."
"..."
"I only own around 38 companies."
"..."
Hallie Morgan swallowed hard.
She had never seen so much money in her life.
"And there are dividends from various other industries."
"Enough, stop talking."
Hallie suddenly became aware of her, not so flattering, financial contrast with the tycoon.
However, upon thinking, a meal cooked by Dylan could be worth billions.
She was about to eat a billion-dollar meal! How luxurious.
"What are you thinking about again?"
Dylan, frowning, looked at Hallie, who was grinning cheekily.
