Chapter 66

Melanie knew a few successful people, but they were all in their 30s or 40s. Her silence made Derrick feel a faint sense of pride. "A lot of people from rich families either loaf around, partying and playing, or they're aloof and arrogant, looking down on everyone. There's a reason they say wealth never lasts past three generations." Melanie thought about it carefully and found that it was just like what he said. Just like her. She hadn't been able to hold onto the company Liam left her, as it had ended up in Raymond's hands. Suddenly, she felt pretty useless. Derrick slowly lifted his head from her chest. "Melanie, what's that look? Are you disgusted with me?" Right then, she honestly wished lightning would strike him dead. Why hadn't anyone come yet? Did it take Jemima so long to cut fruit? As if answering her prayer, footsteps came from outside. The door swung open, and Wilson's startled voice cut in. "What are you two doing?" His smile gradually turned a bit lewd. "I'm so