CHAPTER 436. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. Beg Your God

Chiara made a face; none of this made any sense until she remembered that Oskar Hanover was a self-made man in a cutthroat industry and was probably unwilling to indulge spoiled children.

"And you couldn’t work for the other half? You couldn’t even pay for half of your studies?" Chiara hissed, fueling Viktor’s rage.

"My father was a damn manager at Asterion Bank, the strongest bank in Switzerland! Why the hell should I have to work while studying!?" he screamed, deranged. "You should have paid! You should’ve paid him more—paid him better...!"

"And we did," Chiara responded so calmly that Viktor had no choice but to shut up and listen.

"What did you say?"

"I said we did. Of course, we paid your father very well, and he also made excellent investments while he was managing Asterion. His pension alone is ten thousand francs a month, which is a third of his salary while he was working," she said, watching Viktor turn pale. "Your father