An Instant Zillionaire

Chapter 2: Hidden Gem

If not for the message that Brad had received, he wouldn't have remembered that he was from a wealthy family.

The Harris family is one of the top 3 most wealthiest families in the city.

For five years, his family had been assessing him until they were satisfied that he had met with their condition, his properties and money were withheld.

But apparently, the bad days are now over. Everything that belongs to him can now be claimed by him.

Finally he got his money back, now he could go to the bank, withdraw some money to pay his debt. 

He used to spend a lot on his ex, but what did he get? A big debt and her betrayal. 

Thinking of this, Brad made a wry smile and flagged down a taxi.

The taxi stopped in front of the largest bank in the city, the Trust Financial Bank.

Various expensive cars were parked around the bank.

The people walking in and out of the bank were richly and nicely dressed.

He pushed the door open and walked inside.

"Ouch," a soft voice groaned from inside.

It looks like the door could be open from both sides and Brad had been careless when he opened it. So, the door had bumped into a short-haired lady who was heading out of the bank.

"I'm sorry," Brad apologised quickly.

"What? You must be kidding me!" The lady glared at him. "Is this like your first time here that you didn't know that the door could be opened from both sides?"

The bank assistant manager, Claire, who had seen the commotion, moved closer. 

She examined the lady first and turned to look at Brad with disapproval. She mentally examined Brad, noting darkly his wet and dirty clothes.

Trust Financial was different from other banks as their clientele was exclusively high-end people.

The bank assistant manager knew that the lady came with her mother and she knew how wealthy her mother was but she had never seen Brad before.

And judging by his appearance, he wasn't the type of customer that they do get.

"What can I help you with sir," Claire asked with a forced smile.

"I'm here to withdraw," Brad responded.

Claire gathered her brows. "To withdraw money?" She was a bit shocked, her eyes running over him again. "Do you have a card, perhaps?" She asked with disgust.

Brad didn't look at all like someone who could even afford a card at Trust Financial. 

To get a card at Trust Financial, the members must have at least two million dollars in savings and the man in front of her looked very poor in his demeanor and clothing.

Perhaps he thought he could use other bank cards at Trust Financial Bank.

"No," Brad answered honestly.

The lady that has been observing what was happening with keen interest released a sigh. She realized she was worrying just for nothing.

"Let's go," her mother said suddenly, joining them, with some documents in her hands.

Claire bowed slightly. "Thank you for coming Mrs Davies and I hope to see you soon."

"Thank you," the lady smiled while her mother nodded once. "Just make sure you keep people like this off. They could damage the bank's reputation," she muttered, her remark directed at Brad.

Claire nodded a gratitude and followed them out of the bank. She watched their car drive off before she stepped right back inside the lobby only to discover that Brad was gone.

Her gaze searched around in frustration. Where could he have gone to?

Could he have been ashamed and walked away?

Just as she turned to return to her desk, she caught a glimpse of a young man walking towards the VIP room.

At once, she realized it was the young man from earlier.

Brad had agreed that he didn't even have a card. How then could he be wandering off to the VIP room? 

Customers who are eligible to be called the VIP in Trust Financial must have at least twenty million dollars.

Claire knew that she would be in trouble if someone like Brad was actually caught sneaking inside.

So, she decided to stop him by screaming for him to stop. "Hey! Wait!" She further yelled as she hurried after him.

Brad didn't answer.

"Hey! Stop! Come back!" Claire yelled in frustration.

But it was too late as Brad walked past the lounge, opened the door, and stepped inside the VIP room.

Claire pulled at the door with desperation but it turned out that the door had been locked from behind.

She felt a stab of annoyance at this, especially at the fact that people were already focusing on her.

She smiled apologetically to them, bearing in mind that she was going to stay at the door for Brad.

Meanwhile, in the VIP room, Philip sat comfortably on the sofa, sipping his coffee slowly when the door opened suddenly.

He sat up quickly. Though, he hadn't expected any visitors because Claire always informed him earlier.

As a customer manager, he was responsible for more than 40 VIP customers and he knew them so well.

He stood up, unconsciously straightening his suit. He looked at Brad, and his countenance dropped.

The man in front of him wasn't his regular customer and he was certain that he wasn't close to them either. Besides, he wasn't dressed as someone who was authorised to enter the VIP section.

"Who are you and have you lost your way? This is the VIP section," he said as a matter of fact.

"Well, I want to get my money," Brad went straight to the point.

Philip eyed Brad suspiciously, Brad seemed like someone that knew what he was doing.

But even at that, he suspected that he must not have been aware that certain criteria had to be met before he could be a VIP.

"Do you have a card, sir?"

"No," Brad said honestly.

Philip released a sigh. He was glad that he was right after all. He just wondered why Claire let him in.

"I am sorry but we don't give out money without a card."

"Well, you have fingerprint recognition here, don't you?"

The Fingerprint ID system in the bank was for the wealthiest family and business people. To qualify, the user must have nothing less than eighty million dollars. So, only a few had their fingerprints recorded in the system.

Philip scoffed. "Yes, you want to use it?"

"Yes," Brad nodded once.

Philip felt triggered. How could someone who doesn't even have a card want to use fingerprint recognition?

After much consideration, he decided to give Brad a chance.

He moved to the safe and pulled out the fingerprint device.

"Place your thumb here," Philip muttered and gestured at the surface.

Brad placed his thumb on the sensor.

Beep!

The device lit up with a red light and the screen displayed the word, 'fingerprint not recorder'.