Billionaire Heir Stops Pretending
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My father-in-law kept saying he wanted to cook something special for his granddaughter, so I took him to the upscale gourmet supermarket my wife had just bought.
He'd barely picked up a package of imported prime beef to read the label when a man in workout clothes snatched it out of his hands.
He slapped at the packaging in disgust and pointed at my father-in-law.
"Your hands are filthy, old man. You think you get to put them on meat that costs a thousand dollars?
"If you can't afford it, don't touch it. Could you even pay for it if you ruined it?
