The Invincible Billionaire

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“Sir, do you have a CentraBank card?” Verna Diaz asked politely.

She was beginning to think that Finn had no experience or idea of CentraBank’s policy. He might be thinking that other bank cards could also be used in the CentraBank.

“Nope,” Finn shook his head casually.

When the long-haired lady heard Finn’s honest answer, she had to laugh.

Then someone from behind called to her. “Gia, let’s go!”

“Coming, Dad,” Gia said to the man in his late forties, before speaking to Verna. “Manager Diaz, allowing this kind of poor-looking person…” she looked at Finn in disgust, “enter your bank is unfair to other worthy clients, don't you agree? It could even reduce the rating of this bank. Be careful because you do not want something like this to happen again.”

After she finished speaking she held her father’s arm and they walked out.

Verna immediately followed them, walking them out, and saying, “I assure you, ma’am, it won't happen again. It will be thoroughly dealt with.”

When Verna returned to the hall, she decided to chase Finn out as soon as possible.

She looked around but didn't see Finn. “Huh? Where did he go? Did he already leave?”

Her voice was low and relieved at the realization of Finn leaving.

Just as she was about to go back to work, she saw an odd someone.

It was the poor guy and his obvious difference gave him away.

She didn't see him at first because he was heading straight toward the door of the VIP room. The pillar in the hall was to blame for blocking her sight.

Her eyes widened in panic. “No!”

The VIP room was only prepared for customers with a higher status, and deposits of at least thirty million.

If people like Finn entered, Verna would lose her job for sure.

She shouted at the top of her lungs, “Stop there! You!”

The other clients were clearly disturbed. They turned their attention to her with a dissatisfied frown on their faces.

Verna could only give them an awkward smile and repeatedly apologized with a bowed head while at the same time making her way toward Finn.

Meanwhile, Finn had already opened the door to the VIP room and entered.

“Oh God, oh, God,” Verna panicked. “What is that bastard doing? He wants to get me in trouble,” she lamented to herself, but as she tried to open the door, it was locked.

Finn locked the door to prevent her from coming in and becoming a pain because it was damn obvious she was gonna be one.

Inside the VIP room, the customer manager was lounging on the sofa, playing with his phone when the door opened. He quickly sat up straight, looking alarmed because if a VIP was to arrive, it was protocol for Verna to inform him in advance.

“Shit! Why the hell didn't Verna inform me that a VIP was on his way?!” he exclaimed with a low voice as he stood up to welcome the client.

Being the customer manager, he knew all 30 VIPs of the bank. When he saw Finn, the manager was sure he had never seen him before.

“Uh, what can I do for you, Sir?” the manager asked with a tone of uncertainty.

“To withdraw money,” Finn was straight to the point.

“Oh. Do you have a Supreme Card with you?” the manager asked, still looking uncertain.

And the fact that Finn looked so calm confused him. Still, he felt suspicious of the young man’s identity because judging from his appearance, he clearly lacked wealth.

“A Supreme Card, huh?” Finn muttered to himself, completely forgetting about that.

As the manager heard that, he quickly said, “Apologies, Sir, without the Supreme Card, there's nothing I can do for you.”

It was already damn clear that the young man wasn't a VIP or related to a VIP.

The manager didn't want to waste any more time on Finn.

‘How could Verna dare to allow just anybody in the VIP room so easily? I’ll make sure she's punished for this oversight.’

“Don’t you have fingerprint identification here?” Finn asked the manager with a raised eyebrow.

“Of course,” the manager answered, stunned.

The Fingerprint Identification System introduced by the bank was only used for the wealthiest families and consortiums. Only a handful of people could use the system.

“Why are you standing there then?” Finn questioned the manager. “I got school and I hate being late.”

“Oh, um, hold on a second, Sir.”

The manager was a little hesitant, but he didn't have the guts to refuse. Finn might not look rich, but what if he was invisibly rich?

The manager quickly took out the unused fingerprint identification device from the safe.

“Put your finger here,” the manager gestured to Finn.

Finn put his thumb on the verification area.

The equipment lit up with a blinding red light, and the liquid crystal display showed that the fingerprint was not recorded.

The manager became vigilant. He took out his phone and was about to call the police.