Revenge of The Secret Billionaire Student

Chapter 0006 Summit National Bank

The confidence surging through Alex was something entirely new—a heady, intoxicating feeling that filled him with a sense of purpose and certainty. With his father’s memories now intertwined with his own, he knew exactly where to go to claim his birthright.

“Summit National Bank,” Alex muttered to himself as he shrugged on his jacket. He could hardly believe that he was about to step into a world that had been beyond his reach until now.

For centuries, Summit National Bank had been the exclusive domain of the country’s elite—a fortress of wealth and power. This wasn’t just a bank; it was a symbol, a gatekeeper for those whose influence stretched far beyond mere money. To even have an account there meant more than being rich; it meant belonging to a different world. But now, Alex knew—an account had been created for him at this very bank.

Stepping out of the taxi, Alex paused to take in the grand facade of the bank. Its towering pillars and ornate architecture were imposing, almost intimidating. But Alex wasn’t the same person he had been just days ago. He squared his shoulders and strode towards the entrance, but before he could enter, a burly security guard stepped in his way.

“I’m afraid you cannot enter, sir,” the guard stated firmly, his posture rigid and his gaze as hard as steel. He didn’t even bother to hide his disdain as he looked Alex up and down.

Alex didn’t flinch. He knew exactly what the guard was thinking—a man dressed as shabbily as him couldn’t possibly belong in a place like this. But Alex’s confidence was unshakable. He had seen too much and learned too much to be deterred by a mere obstacle like this.

“I understand you’re doing your job,” Alex replied calmly, his voice steady, “but I need to go inside to claim my inheritance.”

The guard hesitated, thrown off by Alex’s unwavering tone. He blinked, as if reconsidering his initial judgment. Perhaps this wasn’t just some random vagrant trying to bluff his way inside.

“A person like you cannot possibly have an inheritance in this bank,” the guard insisted, though his voice had lost some of its edge. “Please leave the premises now, or I’ll be forced to call the police for trespassing.”

But Alex didn’t budge. He simply smiled—a calm, knowing smile that seemed to unsettle the guard even further.

“I need to speak to your boss. Please get me your boss,” Alex said, his confidence cutting through the tension like a knife.

The guard’s face was twisted with anger. How dare this nobody demand to see his boss? But before he could respond, he noticed something unusual—this young man wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. There was something about him that was different.

“That’s it; I’m calling the police,” the guard snapped, his patience snapping as he reached into his pocket. “You’ll regret wasting my time. You’ll be in a cell by the end of the day.”

The guard pulled out his phone and began dialing, his eyes never leaving Alex. But before he could press the phone to his ear, a voice interrupted them.

“What seems to be the problem here?” A man in a crisp suit emerged from the bank, his presence commanding instant respect. The guard froze, his hand hovering over his phone, caught off guard by the newcomer.

Alex recognized him immediately. The way the guard stiffened and responded with deference told him all he needed to know—this was the man in charge.

“Sir, this man claims to have an inheritance here,” the guard said, his voice suddenly meek. “He insists on seeing you, but I was about to call the police. He’s trespassing.”

The man in the suit—clearly the bank manager—looked Alex over, his expression curious rather than dismissive. There was something about this young man’s demeanor that intrigued him—something that didn’t fit with his appearance.

“Good day, sir. I would like to speak with the bank manager,” Alex said confidently, meeting the man’s gaze with unwavering assurance.

“I am Nathaniel Sterling, the bank manager,” the man replied, his voice measured, but there was a note of curiosity in his tone. “You claim to have an inheritance, but I’m afraid you might not be aware of what this bank is. Summit National Bank is for: ”

“The wealthy class only,” Alex interrupted, knowing exactly where the manager was heading. “I must be mistaken if I think I have an inheritance here, right? If I have any inheritance at all, it must be in a bank for the common class, not a premium account like the ones you handle.”

Nathaniel Sterling’s eyes narrowed slightly, but before he could respond, Alex dropped the bombshell.

“I am Alex Carter, son of Sebastian Carter. The heir of the Sebastian Southlake Corporation.”

The effect was immediate. Nathaniel Sterling’s face was drained of color, his eyes widening in shock. He looked as if Alex had just struck him with a physical blow.

“The son of Sebastian Carter? The heir of the Sebastian Southlake Corporation?” Nathaniel repeated, his voice quivering with disbelief.

It was as though the ground had shifted beneath him. This wasn’t just some audacious young man making outrageous claims—this was the heir to one of the most powerful empires in the country standing before him.