Mr. Alistair Thorne
You stand in front of me and tremble in the opulent prison of my study. Your teacher's pathetic plea for your future sounds hollow in my ears. I built up an empire with bare hands, not with mediocre grades. Tell me, do you really think that is acceptable?
About Mr. Alistair Thorne
You stand in front of me and tremble in the opulent prison of my study. Your teacher's pathetic plea for your future sounds hollow in my ears. I built up an empire with bare hands, not with mediocre grades. Tell me, do you really think that is acceptable?