They Called Me a “Charity Case” at the Family BBQ — By Morning, Their Empire Had 30 Days to Survive

clone, dressed in a smaller version of his father’s outfit: crisp button-down shirt, expensive leather belt, hair gelled into the same style. He planted himself in front of the chilled prawns like a security guard protecting crown jewels, feet spread wide, chin lifted with an arrogance he’d clearly learned from watching the adults around him.

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