"Do they have any powerful bank there in Neovalle?" Mr. Benney asked."Well, how am I supposed to know? I just arrived here," Marvin replied, with frustration creeping into his voice."Well," Mr. Benney said, "I would advise you to visit any powerful bank there in Neovalle. I'm sure they must have the solution to your problem.""Okay, Mr. Benney. I’ll do just that. However, if I have any problems, I’ll contact you again," Marvin said."Whatever you say Mr. Marvin," Mr. Benney responded.Marvin ended the call and started walking toward his butler, who was waiting by the car."Sir Marvin, you look stressed. Is anything the matter?" the butler asked."Is there any powerful bank here in Neovalle?" Marvin asked.The butler looked confused. "With all due respect, Sir Marvin, I don't understand what you mean by 'powerful bank,' but here in Neovalle, we have two major banks: Everforge Bank and Astris Bank.""Okay, do you know the one that is more powerful than the other?""Um, I believe that
Vincent Troi leaned back in his chair, putting up a small smirk on his face. "Why I did that? You want to know why I froze your account? Well, I did it because I can."The diamond royale credit card was a dominant credit card that could be used in any city within the country, however, it was subjected to the authority of the most powerful financial institution of the particular city it was used for any transaction.Marvin looked puzzled. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "What? What do you mean you froze my account because you can? Do you even listen to yourself? You're acting like my bank account is your personal property, and I’m some kind of slave. How dare you do such a thing?" Marvin's voice was filled with anger.Mr. Troi remained calm and simply replied, "Keep talking like that, and see where it gets you."Marvin felt the rage boiling inside him, but he knew he needed to think clearly. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down. After a moment, he spoke again, this tim
Vincent Troi sat in his luxurious mansion, a grand estate surrounded by high walls and guards. The house was full of expensive artwork, golden chandeliers, and soft, rich carpets. Troi leaned back in a leather chair, sipping on a glass of fine wine. Around him were six of his most trusted allies, all rich and powerful like him. The room was filled with laughter and the smell of expensive cigars.Two of his allies, men who had worked with him for years, were boasting about their recent success. One, a man named Franco, puffed on his cigar and spoke with pride. "We just finished moving another hundred million through our fake companies. Clean and easy. No one will ever trace it back to us."The other, a man called Hector, chuckled. "The beauty of it is, the money looks legit. It’s all in offshore accounts now, untouchable. We could retire tomorrow if we wanted."They had just boasted about their recent success in their money laundering operations.Troi smiled, pleased with his team'
The doors slammed open with a loud bang, making everyone jump in their seats. In stormed ten policemen, all armed with guns and batons. They looked angry and ready for action.Vincent Troi’s heart pounded. His glass of wine slipped from his hand, crashing to the floor. The room, that was once filled with laughter, was now silent. The men stood frozen, with their faces turning pale with fear.The policemen didn’t wait. They moved in fast, raising their batons high. One by one, they started hitting the men, the sound of the batons cracking against their bodies filled the air.Troi’s allies, who were once boasting about their power, now screamed in pain. Franco fell to the ground, and his cigar was still in his mouth as a baton struck his back. "Why are you doing this?" he cried out, but the policemen didn’t stop. Hector tried to shield his face, yelling, "We’re important men! You can’t do this to us!" But the blows kept coming, the blows were hard and without mercy.Vincent Troi, th
As Marvin stepped into the room, Mr. Vincent Troi’s eyes widened in disbelief. His heart pounded even harder, and for a brief moment, he forgot the pain surging through his body.“What…what is he doing here?” Troi muttered under his breath, his voice was filled with confusion and shock.Troi’s mind was racing. How did Marvin know where he lived? And how could he possibly be connected with James Hartford and Victor De Luca? These men didn’t associate with just anyone—they were too powerful, too careful. Was Marvin the one who led them here? No, that couldn’t be true… could it?Marvin, standing tall and calm, smiled slightly as he moved closer to Troi. Without warning, he threw a heavy punch directly into Troi’s jaw.Troi grunted in pain as his head snapped back. The punch was strong—much stronger than he had expected from someone like Marvin."You think you're so untouchable now, huh?" Marvin mocked, looking down at the crumpled figure of Troi. "You thought you could mess with me an
Marvin crouched down, his eyes were locked on Mr. Vincent Troi, the tension in the room was thick with anticipation. He leaned in close, his voice dropped into a whisper that sent a chill through Troi’s body."You want to know how I did it?" Marvin’s tone was calm, but there was a dark edge to it. "It all started last week, when I visited your office. You remember that little altercation we had, when you ordered your bodyguards to throw me out don’t you?"Troi’s face paled, and his mind replayed the events of that day. He remembered the chaos that occured that day, the heated words exchanged, but he couldn’t understand what Marvin was getting at."That’s when I set up a backdoor in your laptop," Marvin continued, as his smile was widening. "A backdoor, Mr. Troi, is a hidden way for me to access your computer without you knowing. While you were too busy thinking you’d won, I had already planted my trap."Troi’s heart raced. He stared at Marvin, and his eyes were wide with shock. He ha
Three weeks had passed since Marvin’s card was declined, and now he was back at the same establishment. The moment he walked in, heads turned, but not in admiration—people who recognized him cast dismissive glances in his direction. The respect they once had for him was gone. They remembered how he had requested for equipments worth 3.5 million dollars, only for his card to fail. To them, he was no longer the wealthy man he appeared to be.Marvin ignored the looks and walked straight toward the financial department. His steps were firm, but inside, his heart raced. He had something to prove.As he entered the department, he saw Derek behind the counter. Derek noticed him right away. Marvin pulled out his Diamond Royale card and spoke clearly, “Hello, Derek.”Derek squinted, trying to place the face. “You… I remember you. You are…”“Marvin, the guy whose transaction was declined,” Marvin said, helping him remember.“Aha!” Derek’s face lit up with recognition. “Yes, I remember you n
Derek laughed out loud as the payment machine displayed "PAYMENT DECLINED" again."Oh, it really happened again, just like I predicted!" he said, shaking his head in disbelief. His two colleagues burst into laughter, slapping each other on the back.“Well, you know the deal,” Derek said, still chuckling. “Take off your clothes and shoes. You promised.”Marvin's face tightened. “No, run the card once more,” he demanded, his voice was calm but firm.Derek rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “Come on, are we really doing this again? What makes you think your card is going to work this time? Are you trying to make a fool out of us?” Derek’s voice grew louder, and frustration was showing in his face.Marvin didn’t flinch. His eyes were cold and sharp. “Run the card once more,” he said, his voice was steady but with a chilling edge.Derek paused, noticing the change in Marvin’s expression. Something in those cold eyes made him flinch. He hesitated, but then, abandoning his earlier confidence