In this world, there is no such thing as a free lunch.
Mrs. Tricia once again took up her wine glass and used the act of drinking to conceal her inner turmoil, as she looked at the golden liquid in the glass, pondering what she could do to reciprocate Lynch.
Only at this moment did she suddenly realize that the handsome young man in front of her was not her nephew, and certainly not a "little dessert"; he was a successful capitalist.
A sudden pang of worry made her take a deep breath, and as she put down the glass, her smile was no longer as natural.
"What do you want?" she asked.
Her gaze was firmly locked onto Lynch, seemingly probing Lynch's true desires.
Lynch held his glass, gently swaying it but neither putting it down nor taking a sip, "Many people in the Federation have faith, and so do I."
"I'm very interested in these things, you know, once people have money, they start to think about a multitude of things."
