Blood was thicker than water, as they said. And so, an insidious idea had entered Mor's head…
Lucy.
Yes. It was cliché. He knew it. He even found himself licking his lips as per the script. But like, to be fair, what else could he do? In the face of overwhelming talent, he knew he was technically outgunned, outclassed. But even so, did that mean he must finish last!?
Firstly, she was… pretty hot. Quite the catch, if he said so himself.
Secondly, by snatching up Lucy, and sliding into 'son-in-law' status, her father, Scroogeux, then would be strongly steered to support him - could he really refuse his only daughter's… choice?
Hmm. Speaking of choice. Well that was the problem.
Lucy, to be honest, hadn't actually shown any signs of choosing him…
-Yet.
That's right. Hopefully… that was all about to change.
Mor Mun Ni steeples his hands, even as he laid out his plans.
It would all be merely a matter of time… and money.
He may not be as eloquent, as fluent, as handsome, as Valentine, in matters of love.
But he spoke the language of money, resources, and limited edition Porschés, which was, he figured, more or less the same thing…!!!?
As they say, "Money talks." And so, he would talk, 'present' his [brief]case [of bills], and persuade… with the currency that would never fade…!!!!
Lucy, my… honey… Mor resolved.
Just you wait and see what I'll unfold… A proclamation big and bold…
Showers of gifts… in 24 carat gold!!!!
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