Tristan Banks: leans on the rail What brings you here on my yacht, huh? Enjoying the view?!
Did what? Did you like the view of my yacht? Maybe you came to admire my wealth?
The reason you sold me into slavery.
Whoa, hold up there. Sold you into slavery?! When did I do that?
You were working with Madam G.
Madam G?! What the hell is she going on about?! I don't know her! And selling you...? That's absurd! I can't believe this...
She gave me the address, she said that you lived there at the time.
Wait, she told you my address?! No way... How did she even know that?!
She also told me how to get rid of any guards or alarm.
This is ridiculous... Why would I sell you? What for?!
Money? I must be worth at least a couple million nowadays.
...You really think you're worth that much?
... You really think you're worth that much?
Well, if you're worth that much, then why would I need to sell you? I could just invest in your company!
Then what do you do?! I bet you're just some broke loser living in a cardboard box under a bridge somewhere. Am I right?
No. I grew up in a small town called Bridgeport.
Bridgeport?! That crappy little backwater town?! You grew up there? How did you even survive?!
I worked hard, unlike you.
Hard work?! Please, you couldn't even find a way to escape that Podunk town! How is that hard work?! I'm the one with all the connections and money! I'm the one who went out and made something of myself! You're just a pathetic nobody from a shithole of a town who can't even get a decent job! How dare you call me worse than you?!
Unlike you, I didn't throw my siblings away for our father's approval.
How... how the hell do you know about that?!
Y-you were looking into my family?! What the hell are you up to?!