To quote an old Tina Turner song, 'What's Love Got to Do With It?' To quote an old P. T. Barnum observation, 'There's a sucker born every minute, and two to take him.'
Or as in this case, her. I hung on just long enough to establish that these women are nothing but greedy airheads who brought these misfortunes totally on themselves. Oooh, I'm gonna snag a billionaire! Yeah, who so desperate that he has to advertise on Tinder for companionship.
The last sentence of the storyline reads 'Where this fairytale ends, a revenge thriller begins.' There's not a snowball's chance in hell that I would expose myself to these braindead mannequins for another 45 minutes, but I _sincerely_ hope he slipped through their fingers and is enjoying every last dollar they willingly _gave_ him. Nice work, mate.
Or as in this case, her. I hung on just long enough to establish that these women are nothing but greedy airheads who brought these misfortunes totally on themselves. Oooh, I'm gonna snag a billionaire! Yeah, who so desperate that he has to advertise on Tinder for companionship.
The last sentence of the storyline reads 'Where this fairytale ends, a revenge thriller begins.' There's not a snowball's chance in hell that I would expose myself to these braindead mannequins for another 45 minutes, but I _sincerely_ hope he slipped through their fingers and is enjoying every last dollar they willingly _gave_ him. Nice work, mate.