"You think you're so great? Back in high school, you were driving without a license and killed an old woman selling knitted slippers at her street stall. Since you were a minor, you got away with paying a few tens of thousands and never even saw the inside of a detention center. In college, you got a girl pregnant. You didn't want to take responsibility, so you threw a few thousand at her and just disappeared. That girl went to a back-alley clinic for an abortion and bled to death on the operating table. Her parents protested at the school gate, demanding justice, but your bodyguards dragged them into an alley and beat them until they were paralyzed."
Mr. Hooper sneered. "A good-for-nothing playboy like you, who only knows how to eat, drink, and ruin the Hooper family name, doesn't deserve to be alive."
