_Zarelle’s POV_
“Not really,” Ryan said. “Just that he’s an arrogant SOB, and that he has a son who’s really good at making money.”
“He wasn’t always arrogant, you know,” I said. “Mathias Ashmoor grew up poor. Dropped out of high school because his family couldn’t make ends meet, let alone pay his tuition fees. He once worked as a gas station clerk. Another time as a janitor. He had ten different jobs before he hit the age of twenty.”
“You don’t say.” Ryan sat up, intrigued. “I never heard this before. He doesn’t look like a guy from humble beginnings.”
“That’s because he tried hard to bury his past. After he made his first million, he moved to Luparis, distanced himself from his old friends, never talked about his parents or hometown. I only pieced together his history from
