97As Darwin stood firm, claiming his status as an SVIP, the skepticism in the air was palpable. The bank employee, her smile long faded, looked at him with a mix of impatience and disbelief. The security guards, muscles tense, were ready to act on her signal.Another stranger in the crowd, dressed
Darwin shook his head, a mix of frustration and disbelief coloring his tone. "This is not about impressing anyone. It's about recognition for contributions and achievements that you clearly know nothing about."The onlookers, now fully engrossed in the exchange, murmured among themselves. The skepti
98As the skepticism around Darwin reached its peak, the atmosphere in the bank was charged with disbelief and mockery. The gathered crowd, fueled by Emmanuel's taunts, was ready to witness what they believed would be Darwin's ultimate humiliation. Just then, a new voice cut through the noise, draw
99As Darwin explored the exclusive lounge, his curiosity led him to an ultra-premium ATM, the likes of which he'd never seen before. The manager, eager to regain Darwin's favor, stood by, offering assistance. "Shall we proceed with your transactions, Mr. Wettin?" he asked, his voice laced with a ne
100The room seemed to freeze for a moment, Darwin's frown deepening as he was confused. Emmanuel's eyes sparkled with malice, his earlier rage now replaced by a smug satisfaction. "Got you now, don't I?" he sneered, waving the card like a flag of victory.The crowd had dispersed, but the sounds of
101Darwin took a deep breath to calm himself as the crowd's jeers grew louder. He knew staying would only make the situation worse. As he turned to try to leave, he noticed something happening outside through the bank's large windows. A sleek black limousine pulled up and parked in front of the ba
102As the heavy silence persisted, Alastair Greene broke it with a softened tone, tinged with disbelief, "Margaret Wettin... you're her son?"Darwin affirmed, his voice steady yet filled with a growing curiosity about Greene's sudden change in demeanor, "Yes, sir. She's my mother."Greene took a mo
103Swallowing hard, Emmanuel's defiance crumbled under the realization of his precarious position. "I... I apologize, Mr. Wettin. My actions were... misguided."His apology was hollow, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. But the fear of Greene revealing his underhanded dealings to the public w