Jeremiah followed Anthony into his office and being used to what he, as a guest, was supposed to do, he started walking to the guest chair by the desk. “Not that way sir,” Anthony said and Jeremiah halted, groaned then turned to him. He wondered what Anthony meant by that and more importantly, he wondered why the manager was standing in front of another door inside the office but then he saw the truth. “For special guests like yourself, we’ll be using this room,” Anthony said then he twisted the gold-plated knob of the door, revealing what could only be called a lounge for two and at most five people. The place was beautiful and welcoming to anyone who saw it. Surprised that there was such a luxurious room inside the already luxurious manager’s office, Jeremiah walked up to Anthony and both of them walked into the room. Anthony closed the door and Jeremiah took in the premium feeling the room gave. “This is the VIP lounge where our most important customers can sit down a

“Frozen as how?!” Paul yelled.“I understand your frustration, sir, but I suggest you calm down because you are making a noise and disturbing the other customers,” said the banker who Paul yelled at.Paul looked at the other customers and saw the embarrassed and annoyed expressions they had towards him.“What the hell is wrong with that guy? Can’t he address his issues more calmly?”“Does he think he’s in his living room or something?”“And here I was thinking that he was a cool guy, but he’s just a hothead with a loud mouth and what is this about his account being frozen?”The other customers started gossiping about Paul, which infuriated him more and made Mary feel embarrassed standing next to him.Paul turned away from all of them and focused on the banker who he had decided to pour all of his anger on.“Who gives two shits about these other idiots?! I’m a fucking multimillionaire, which means that I’m the most important person in this goddamn bank, so you better treat me like it!”

Jeremiah got out of the taxi, paid the fare and as he watched the driver drive away, he thought 'Maybe I should buy my own car. I mean, I have the money now. All I need is a good enough place to stay with a garage and—' He turned around to face his apartment building and, to his surprise, he saw his front door wide open. This time he was certain that he locked the door before he left, so that could only mean that someone opened it when he wasn’t around. Jeremiah hurried over and checked the lock to see if it was broken, but it was perfectly fine, which meant that whoever opened it had the keys and there was only one person he could think of. The landlord. Jeremiah went into the living room to see if the landlord was still in there, but to his surprise, everything was gone. The couch, table, curtains, television, and even everything in the dining area had disappeared. Jeremiah's eyes widened, then he remembered something and rushed to his bedroom. "No, no, no, no!" With his han

The military lady refused to answer any of the questions Jeremiah’s neighbors asked her. Meanwhile, Jeremiah, who was also curious to know the identity of the lady who had just saved his life, asked the same question. “Who are you?” Jeremiah said, but also got no replies. However, unlike his neighbors, her response didn’t look like she was ignoring his question. It was more like she couldn’t answer him at the current moment and would do so when things had settled. Jeremiah groaned and then looked at Henry who was on the floor unconscious, then he looked at the military lady again and was lost for words. Henry was not only more muscular than the average man, but he was also six feet two inches tall. On the other hand, the lady who defeated him in an instant was about five feet ten inches tall. The power to kick someone like him and send him flying for many feet blew Jeremiah’s mind, and he wondered just how much power the woman’s slightly above-average height frame could hold.

“My father?” Jeremiah asked.“That’s right, young master.” Silver replied, and Jeremiah smiled.“So that’s what his name is. Reginald Garrick— wait a minute. Why does that name sound so familiar?“ Jeremiah grimaced.It wasn’t like the name was special or uncommon as there were most likely over a million people bearing Reginald Garrick as their name. However, something about it seemed oddly reminiscent.Just then, Jeremiah remembered a moment when he was little.A week before the accident that killed his “father” and put his mother into a coma, child Jeremiah noticed that his parents were beginning to act strange and paranoid like they were afraid of something.At first, he thought nothing of it, as he was just a child who shouldn’t meddle in adult business, but then it became overly apparent.A day before the accident, he walked past his parents' room which they had forgotten to close the door properly, and by accident, he overheard a conversation they were having.During the conversa