Return of The Hidden Young Master

Chapter 7

Everyone in the bank laughed at him. "Yes, my goodness. He insisted. That's highly unlikely."

The clerk crossed his arms over his chest. "You heard for yourselves, right? He's a fraud. How can anyone just suddenly send him 100 million dollars? You must have cheated and blackmailed people, right? If you had that kind of money, you would never have borrowed 1000 dollars from the bank."

One of the customers inside the bank snorted in annoyance as he took in Aiden's appearance from head to toe. "Looks like he's a lunatic who fantasizes about having that much money."

The clerk behind the teller's desk threw her hands up as she looked at Aiden with a condescending gaze. "It's obvious, isn't it, that that guy is just a con artist! Let's get him out of here!"

The security guard immediately took Aiden's hand back. "Please cooperate. Come, follow me!"

Aiden did not have it. "Let go!" He shouted. Rebelled, trying to break free from the security guard's grip. "I'm not a fraud. My account card is still working and 100 million dollars in it!"

"Never mind, just get out of here! Don't fantasize and make up stories!" Other bank customers, uncomfortable with the commotion inside, shouted loudly at Aiden to leave.

Other voices began to interject from customers inside the bank who wanted Aiden to leave. The chaos became so heated that it reached the manager's office.

The bank manager came out of his room and burst through the crowd of people gathered around Aiden. "What's all the commotion about? What's going on?"

The officer pointed at Aiden. "He's an imposter, sir. He ordered me to check his invalid account card and said there was 100 million dollars in it."

Aiden shook his head vigorously in defense that what he said was true. "I'm not a fraudster and there was indeed 100 million dollars in my account card. I just asked him to double check. There's no way my card is invalid."

The officer girded his loins as he glared at Aiden. "Liar. After all, how could a poor man like you have a hundred million dollars? Look at his appearance, sir. You can tell by his appearance."

The manager noticed Aiden's simple-looking appearance wearing a shabby shirt. "You're right. How could you possibly have that much money?"

"But I do have that money!" Aiden didn't. He shouted at the top of his lungs, causing them to fall silent.

The manager wasn't upset about being yelled at by Aiden. "You bastard!" He scrunched up his waist, glaring at Aiden. But then he remembered something that made his eyes widen and his face turn deathly pale.

The manager bowed his head respectfully before Aiden. "Sorry, sir." He removed the security hand from Aiden's arm. "Let go. You can't be rude to him."

The brows of the employees and everyone else in the bank furrowed, wondering why the manager was polite to Aiden. The employee was not happy that Aiden had been released. "Sir, why did you order the security guards to let him go? It's obvious that he's an imposter."

"Watch your language!" The manager brought the tip of his index finger in front of his lips, ordering the employee to shut up and watch her words.

The manager bowed respectfully before Aiden while bending half of his body over. "I apologize if our staff's service was unsatisfactory and disappointed you."

The employee looked at her manager with an incredulous look. "Why are you apologizing to him? It's obvious he's a fraud. Did you not see his clothes?"

The manager tugged on the arm of the bank employee who had been insulting Aiden. "Never mind, you just follow me to apologize to him. He's a great man and has done a lot for me. Don't let him get disappointed and angry."

The employee shook her head while crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't want to apologize to him. He was wrong, why should I apologize?"

The bank employee did not admit her mistake of not checking Aiden's account card. She felt right because Aiden was poor and shouldn't be in the bank. The employee thought the money in Aiden's account book wasn't much either.

"Come on, just follow my orders if you still want to work here." The manager tried to threaten his employee. He pointed his index finger at her face. "If you don't follow my orders, I'll fire you!"

Suddenly, the bank employee was terrified. She didn't want to lose her job because she needed money to support herself and her family. Therefore, she obeyed her manager's order to apologize to Aiden. The employee and the manager bowed their heads respectfully.

The manager raised his right hand, inviting Aiden to sit on one of the soft sofas while waiting for payment. He acted respectfully by clasping his hands together in front of his chest. "Once again, please forgive us for the inconvenience, sir."

The manager had just remembered that yesterday afternoon a wealthy man had sent 100 million dollars into his account for his beloved grandson as a birthday present. He thought that the man was Aiden. "Are you Mr. Redick Christ?"

Aiden shook his head with a look of confusion. "No, I'm not. I'm Aiden."

The manager's face suddenly turned deathly pale. "What? You're not Mr Redick?" The manager's demeanour, which had been kind, suddenly changed. The smile playing at the corners of his lips disappeared at the sound of Aiden's name. There was a sneer on his face. "Show me that card you have!"

Aiden handed his card to the manager, but after just a second's look, the manager immediately threw it on the floor. He frowned as he stared intently at Aiden. "It's already ugly and it's the type of card that poor people often use. Looks like my employee was right, you're a fraud! There can't be 100 million dollars on that card."

Aiden was furious at the manager for not accepting his card being thrown away. "Why would you say that? I've told you the truth that there are 100 million dollars in my account card. So please check again. That's all."

The manager pursed his lips forward, looking condescending to Aiden. "An account card with more than 50 million dollars is a gold card, but the card you have is an ordinary card. So, you're a fraud. There can't be 100 million dollars in that account of yours!" He raised his hand so security could take Aiden away from the bank.

"No, no, no. You're wrong! I'm not lying! Let go!" Aiden struggled, trying to break free from the security guard's grasp.

Everyone inside the bank laughed at Aiden. "What an insane man. Turns out he really is a fraud."

"It's obvious. A poor man can't possibly have that much money in his account." The other bank customers also mocked Aiden.

"What would a poor man go to the bank for? Does he have any money? If it's just to make a scene, you should kick him out of here!" Others joined in the provocation, adding to the tense atmosphere inside the bank.

Aiden looked confused. He hung his head, not knowing how to explain to them all that his account book had a balance of 100 million dollars. But no matter how he explained it, they still wouldn't believe him.

Not long after, a middle-aged man walked into the bank with a serious look. "Whose car is in front of the bank gate? For those who think they have a car there, please move it immediately as an honored guest will arrive soon."

Aiden raised his head, staring at the middle-aged man. "That's my car. The parking lot is full and I can't park in the parking lot."

The middle-aged man raised his right hand politely, pointing towards the exit. "Then, move it now."

Everyone who heard it laughed. "What? He has a car? That's so funny. Already fantasizing about having a lot of money and now fantasizing about having a car. He looks too poor to own a car."

"Even if he does have a car, it must be the worst car. A junk car that deserves to be thrown in the trash." The people in the bank laughed even louder.

Aiden reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the car keys. Seeing the logo on the car key made everyone there instantly uncomfortable. It was an expensive car. They whispered to each other. That can't be, they thought.

"Are you sure that's the logo of a luxury car?" The customers inside the bank who had laughed at Aiden earlier were now wondering about the authenticity of Aiden's car key.

A middle-aged woman with curly hair nodded her head quickly. "That is indeed the logo of a famous luxury car. But do you think it's possible for that poor guy to have such a nice car?"

Aiden walked out of the bank. The middle-aged man had no idea that everyone inside the bank had just looked down upon Aiden. He just told Aiden to move his car because it blocked the road.

The middle-aged man organised the customers inside after Aiden headed to the bank gate. "Now, I will call the most honorable guest." He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a cell phone, and dialled someone's number. Just as he dialled the number, Aiden's phone rang.