Julie's calm, almost cold words were met with no applause.
An emotional crowd didn't want to hear what you had to say. If you didn't act the way they wanted, then no matter how much you did, it was all useless.
Of course, Julie didn't need to please a single one of them, including the people loudly complaining in front of their televisions.
Masrani clearly hadn't expected things to turn out this way. He looked at Julie, a little lost, and asked, "Why?"
Julie looked at the emotional billionaire with sympathy. He had offered up nearly half his fortune in an attempt to help some of the people.
She said coldly, "I've already explained it clearly!
Hell's Kitchen isn't an army flying the banner of 'justice,' and Principal Alvin is certainly not going to become the 'sword of justice' in your minds.
You have more money than you could ever spend. Why don't you organize an army and do what you just said?"
Masrani replied almost instinctively, "Guns can't solve problems..."
Julie's eyes reddened. She grabbed Masrani by the tie and gritted her teeth. "But this is all Principal Alvin has. What do you expect him to do?
"He isn't one of those politicians who only talk big. All he has are his family, his friends, and those damn guns.
"How many people do you want him to kill before he can achieve your ideal?
"You want him to do something you yourself aren't willing to do...
"Now let me ask you: why?"
The intimidating force Julie unleashed in an instant left Masrani speechless. He was a law-abiding businessman. Even when he spent a fortune on something, things often still went wrong.
For the past few dozen minutes, Masrani, who could no longer hold on, had thought he'd found a