Yes, the bank officer knew what the black card actually was.There were some mysterious clans in the world who were richer and more powerful than the other half of the world. They lived and worked in secret, wandering among ordinary people, contributing a lot for the world. As a result, they took the right to enjoy special privileges, which no one else could imagine.One of those privileges was the black card. It was recognized widely in the world, according to what the bank officer had learned, the card’s owner could pay and withdraw the money anywhere in the world, no matter what country they were in, or which ATM machine they wanted to use.Their black cards were just simple. The background pattern, the name, and sometimes there was a number.The pattern was their clan's symbol, engraved with some special techniques so that the card was unique and recognizable. They had their own symbol, and all the bank officers had to learn them properly so as not to cause any trouble with those

In the other corner, Hannah realized that the situation, despite its weirdness, was worse than expected. She stepped out, thinking of some way to ease Ernest’s anger, because they couldn't provoke this wealthy (and weird) customer. But right at that moment, the poor employee heard Ernest shouting.“Screw it, Steven! Twenty thousand dollars is not even enough for a tiny meal, why the hell are you always refusing as if it's a big amount?”Hannah stopped. Ernest's words echoed in her ears like a curse.‘Twenty thousand dollars is not even enough for a tiny meal’?So that's a corner revealed of the rich’s life?Hannah looked at her colleagues, seeing the familiar bewilderment reflected in his eyes.It’s enough bewilderment. Hannah stepped back. She would never poke her nose into this argument. She—the woman who couldn't even buy a tiny meal costing twenty thousand dollars—was not deserved. Hannah's better go back, or else she would not be able to look straight at her dinner.The argument

The first time ever, Michael felt how hard it was in negotiation. Though the legendary last name Eswaranski had turned twenty thousand dollars into something more realistic than just a daydream, it's still a dangerous investment.Thirty percent was high and safe enough for both investor and the project manager, right?Didn't he think that it was still… low? Was he crazy?Thinking so, Michael asked. “So, you mean 40% would be better?”Ernest glanced at Michael without a word, but this time, Ernest’s emotion was not good as it was at the beginning. He put the black card on the table, right on the contract, finger started scratching the table.Forty percent? What the heck was that man saying? There had been thirty and Ernest just wanted to remove it, so why the hell did he think that forty would be better?Fck the damn punishment! Why muting him? Why???Now Ernest could neither say that he refused this contract nor gesture that he was temporarily dumb! He could do nothing, and Michael—ye

What was happening?The landlord couldn't expect this twist. She was confused for a moment, “What are you saying?”Ernest scratched his matted hair, yawning, “Just wait for five minutes, I have to brush my teeth before showing you what the damn problem had happened to me last night.”The landlord narrowed her eyebrows. She was the type of person who couldn't suffer any negative comments about her assets, even though everyone found it terrible. She was provoked, and her voice was high-note.“What the fuck are you talking about, Ernest? You’ve been living here, in my apartment for three years, you know how good it actually is. And now you insult my flat this way and threaten to leave?”Ernest, who was still brushing his teeth at the toilet, immediately went out with his frothy mouth.“Who the hell would be that silly to insult you if this flat is okay? Why don't you think that there must be some actual problems? There are ghosts in this damn room and they scared me all night long!”He w

All in a sudden, a female loud voice immediately echoed in the space. “I refuse to work with him! Mr. Durkheim, if you don't cancel your stupid cooperation, I'll leave and tell my father about this!”Ernest looked at the girl coming. She walked from the door behind Ernest, and followed by two girls who looked like her assistants.Despite his ex-girlfriend and murderer being a gorgeous girl, Ernest had to admit that this girl was even more beautiful than his ex. She got long reddish wavy hair, blue eyes, and a hot body which could draw all men’s attention under the sporty clothes.Ernest stared at her for a second later, then slowly turned his eyes away. This girl’s chest was heaving as if her two giant bouncing balls could escape from her crop top anytime, and Ernest couldn't let his eyes stare at them like a pervert.He was there to start a new job as a director and producer, and moreover, Ernest was fighting not to be dead.Ernest had to be tougher, so, don't, just don't stare at th