Marvin’s heart raced with excitement as Lina led him away from the crowd and towards the payment department. He could still feel the skeptical stares from the people behind him, but he didn’t care. His mind was focused on the future—on the incredible machines he was about to purchase and the groundbreaking ideas he would soon bring to life.Lina guided him through a set of doors into a quieter section of the establishment. The sleek, modern design of the tech showroom gave way to a more business-like area. They walked down a long hallway until they reached a large room with several desks, where human staff handled transactions for high-value purchases.Marvin approached the desk where a man named Derek sat. He was one of the senior staff members, dressed in a crisp shirt and tie, with a tablet in hand. As they approached, Derek glanced up from his screen, then quickly looked Marvin up and down.He didn’t look impressed.Marvin noticed Derek’s eyes lingering on the faint stain of
Marvin stared at the payment machine in disbelief. His Diamond Royale card had never been declined before. He had more than forty billion dollars available, so why couldn’t it process this transaction?How could this happen? he wondered.He had just used the same card to book a three-hundred-thousand-dollar reservation at the Aurora Grand Hotel. It worked fine then. So, what was going on now?Marvin’s hands felt cold as he picked up his card from the counter. Derek looked at him with disappointment, shaking his head slightly.“You might want to check with your bank,” Derek said, his voice polite but with a hint of doubt. "That is if you brought an actual active diamond royale card."Two of Derek's colleagues started laughing at Marvin after Derek said that.Marvin didn’t respond. His mind was spinning with questions. Was there a problem with the card? Was it the payment system? Or something else?Behind him, Marvin could hear whispers. The people who had been watching him from ear
"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