“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.“Wait!” Finn quickly stopped him. “I think I used the wrong finger. Let me try my index, I remember now.”“Are you trying to play a trick on me?” The Manager asked cautiously. “It won't end well for you.”Finn nodded in understanding. “Yeah, and I’ll advise you not to threaten me. It won't end well for you either.”The manager blinked, noticing the confident expression on Finn. The young man looked completely unfazed.The manager exhaled deeply, thinking to himself, “If his index finger also fails, is he going to try his middle finger then? What is he going to do if none of his fingers works?”Whatever! If Finn didn't pass the verification this time, he would call the police and get him arrested.Just when the manager was lost in his thoughts, Finn already pressed his index finger into the verification area.The equipment emitted a faint hum as a green light illuminated its surface. On the LCD screen, text scrolled into view:Verification SuccessfulFamily Account ID: 05Identifier: F
“You’re nothing but a thief! What kind of parents raised you, huh?! You will spend the rest of your life in prison, I’ll make sure of that!”Of course, Verna did not think that the card belonged to Finn. It was preposterous. How could a pauper-looking guy like him own a Supreme Card? It was unthinkable.He must have stolen it from the VIP room when the manager wasn’t paying attention. That must have been his goal all along.“Sly criminal…”“Give it back to me!” Finn demanded.“No!” Verna yelled at him. “Don’t think you're ever gonna get away with this, you thief!”A crowd of people, upon hearing the commotion, had already surrounded them. They joined Verna to berate Finn with condescending looks.Meanwhile, after putting everything in place, Callum finally made his way outside, hoping he would be able to meet up with Finn.That young man was his biggest client as of that moment. He had never seen such assets from someone clearly in his twenties, a college student. Who really was he?
Inside the classroom, their curious eyes shifted from Dana, Jerome, and then Finn who just sat there, staring at the book in front of him like he didn't just see his girlfriend kissing another man.They all knew about Finn and Dana’s long relationship. But they didn't know they had broken up Finn tried not to care even though he felt disgusted.Last night wasn’t the first time he’d delivered condoms to Jerome. In fact, it was the sixth—each time for a different woman. And who knows how many more times Jerome had actually remembered to bring protection himself?He found Dana pathetic being with someone like Jerome. She must feel so proud, but ignorant.Jerome grabbed her waist with a smirk and was about to take her out of the room, but she immediately said, “Love, wait, there's something I need to return to Finn.”Finn turned his gaze toward Dana.She walked toward him and slammed something on his desk in front of him. Then she removed her hand.“I think this belongs to you.”It was a
The only reason why Finn went to the Palate Haven, a restaurant only for the rich kids in school, was because Nick wanted it. He was just one of the many people good to him since the start of school.Nick was his best friend. When Nick saw him, he was happy and he quickly led Finn to a private dining room on the second floor.When he entered, he met more familiar faces.Nick’s other friend, Billy Jones, Angela, and two of her female friends were present.And none of them liked him which made the situation more awkward.Billy had a deep glare at him which was actually understandable after a huge fight happened between them, and he broke a nose and fractured a hand.For Finn, though, it had been one of the best days of his life. He wanted nothing more than to crack a joke about Billy finally being free of his cast, but for once, he decided to hold his tongue.Upon seeing Finn, they all suddenly laughed.Wanting in on the reason for the sudden laugh, Nick asked with an amused smile. “Wh
“W-what?” Angela stuttered with an incredible look on her face. “How can it be that expensive? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?”The waiter frowned and handed the bill to Angela. He explained, “The dishes each of you consumed are a total of $3500, and the red wine you ordered cost a thousand dollars. The lady next to you ordered two extra bottles of imported red wine which are five thousand dollars per bottle…”The moment the waiter said that, everyone gasped and looked at Rita who sat next to Angela.“You ordered two bottles of imported red wines?! For what?!” Angela asked her.Everyone was watching her.Rita panicked and explained with a pale face. “I’m sorry… I didn't know how expensive it was. I'm so sorry, Angela.”“Well, sorry won’t cut it!” Angela yelled at her. “Fourteen thousand five hundred dollars, and I've only got five thousand!” She let out a deep breath and looked at the waiter. “Can we just return the bottles of wine?”The waiter shook his head with a stern face
Nick looked at Finn with uncertainty. “Are you sure about this? You won't get paid, and it will be a waste of your time. Don't you have part-time jobs to go to?”Finn just shrugged.Angela looked at all of them with fear in her eyes. “Are you guys agreeing to this? This bastard is telling them to beat me.”“Don’t worry, I think ten slaps will suffice. It won’t kill you, just enough to remind you to watch what you say next time,” Finn said with a teasing smirk.Angela’s breath was getting heavy. “No…”Rita immediately chimed in, “I’m sure you can do this for us, Angela. I promise, I will give you the LV bag my boyfriend got for me, the one you like…”“Why don't you fucking call your so-called boyfriend to get us out of here?! Oh, wait, there's Jerome in the other room, I need to go to him…” As she moved, the guards blocked her path. “Please, I need to…”Slap!Angela gasped, feeling the sting, and she staggered to the side in shock.She glared at the guard and everyone else aside Finn s
Finn rolled his eyes the moment he heard his father’s voice. He looked at Nick, and said, “There’s somewhere I need to be now. Let’s talk later.Nick nodded in understanding. “Okay, man. Thank goodness today didn't ruin your part-time job. I’ll just take Angela home,” he said and walked away.Finn also began to walk as he replied to his father. “Long time, indeed, Dad.”“I trust you've learned your lesson,” his father, Mr. Baron Lancaster said over the phone.Finn nodded. “I certainly did learn enough for three years.”“Hmm… why does your tone suggest otherwise?”Finn scoffed, and replied, “I didn't know you sent me out of the house to suffer just so I could change how I speak, Dad.”Mr. Baron replied, “I guess people don't change that easily. All I wanted was for you to stop being such a pain. You needed a wake-up call. Now, I wanna ask. Would you stop being a pain?”Finn smiled and answered, “Of course not, Dad. You know me. But I will try.”“Wow. Three years certainly wasn't enough
As Finn stepped into the bar, the vivid glow of neon lights greeted him, while the music reverberated in his ears. His brows knitted in mild annoyance as he looked around.“Is this really the best place for a meeting?” he murmured, barely audible over the noise.“I apologize, Young Master Finn,” a voice replied smoothly from behind. “I had to choose somewhere close to your school.”Finn turned, his gaze falling upon a poised woman seemingly in her late thirties or forties with striking blonde hair that just brushed her neck. Her graceful conduct commanded attention. He had never seen her before but she looked familiar.Finn tilted his head at her. “Really? I'm sure there's also a coffee shop close to my school.”Lena blinked nervously, getting anxious. “Uh… my daughter mentioned that most of the boys from your school frequent this bar, so I just assumed...”“Your daughter?” Finn asked, his brow arching inquisitively.Lena nodded quickly. “Yes, she’s in the same year and department as
Colette’s high school classmate, Richard Washer, whom she had sought help from was a guy interested in Gia—love at first sight. Upon learning about Gia’s situation, he pleaded with his father, Philip Washer, to intervene.Philip, who had been college classmates with Julius Granger, the president of the Merchant Union in Green Hills City, decided to honor his son’s request. Recognizing Julius’s influence and capability, Philip quickly headed to the Merchant Union headquarters for assistance.At the Merchant Union Building, Julius was deeply engaged in high-stakes negotiations with an investment company. Each side of the table had ten representatives, and the deal under discussion involved a staggering sum of $800 million.The negotiation was approaching a critical juncture, with an agreement expected within fifteen minutes. Julius wore a confident expression, certain his team was on the verge of securing the project.Suddenly, the door to the meeting room swung open, disrupting the pr
Finn and Jeffer met at a small coffee shop. As soon as Jeffer spotted Finn, he pulled him into a tight hug. “It’s been ages, you silly bastard! Look at you, all grown up!” When he pulled back, his expression turned to a frown as he took in Finn’s appearance. “But seriously, what’s with this look? Are you testing out how pauper clothes look on you?”Finn scoffed, heading straight to the nearest seat. “I never told any of you, but my father punished me for that whole gambling mess.”Jeffer’s eyes widened in surprise as he took the seat opposite Finn. “Really? I remember being shocked, thinking your dad was letting you off too easy as his only son, especially after you lost that insane amount of money the first time. So, he actually punished you, huh? I told you that you were taking it too far.”Finn shook his head, his tone colder now. “I still hold him responsible for my mother’s death, but I have no intention of getting punished again now that the restrictions are gone.”Jeffer nodde
“Who?” Nathan asked as he sat across from Finn at the Neon Bar, where Finn had arranged to meet and discuss something urgent.“A bastard named Galvin Smith,” Finn replied curtly. “I’m sure you’ve heard of him.”Nathan nodded, leaning back. “Yeah, I know that piece of work. That guy’s bad news—definitely not someone to cross,” he said, glancing briefly at the waiter who poured their beers with visibly trembling hands before bowing and walking away quickly.Nathan blinked, noting how cautious everyone seemed around Finn. It still amazed him that Finn was the real deal—a Lancaster hiding in plain sight.“Finn, can I ask something?” Nathan leaned in, curiosity sparking. “Why do you keep such a low profile? No one would guess you’re a Lancaster dressed like this. And your name—Lachlan—that’s not even your last name, right?”Finn scoffed, a faint smirk forming. “That’s my middle name.”“Oh,” Nathan said, realization dawning. “So, you’ve been using your middle name as your last name to keep
Groans and the sound of punches echoed through the room, accompanied by frightened yells.In a campus playroom where the school’s privileged elites gathered to drink, play poker, and indulge in games like darts and billiards, chaos had broken out. A young man lay on the ground near the wall, battered and bleeding as he endured a relentless barrage of punches.“Stop, Galvin! You’re going to kill him!” one of the guys shouted desperately, but Galvin ignored the plea.He just kept punching, and punching mercilessly.Most of the room’s occupants froze, abandoning their games to watch the brutal scene unfold. Those who had been playing darts and other games flinched with every punch that connected, their faces twisted in discomfort and fear—except for one person, who remained disturbingly unaffected.“Lukas! Lukas! Can’t you get him to stop?!” Another guy begged desperately. Lukas, lounging casually on a sofa, barely spared a glance at the scene. His expression remained bored as he saw G
“The police?!” Melanie exclaimed, her voice rising enough to draw Gia and Colette’s attention.Vincent nodded, already pulling out his phone. “Yes, let’s call them or go to the station. This is exactly what the police are for.”“Are you guys dumb?” Finn asked them with a frown. “The police won’t do anything about this.”“And why wouldn't they, Mr. Know-it-all? Isn’t this the perfect situation for law enforcement to intervene?” Vincent asked him.Gia sniffled quietly and spoke up, her voice hoarse from crying. “Finn’s right. Calling them is pointless.” She slowly sat up, her tear-streaked face pale and her red, puffy eyes revealing her exhaustion.Colette handed her a tissue, and Gia wiped her face as she continued with a trembling voice. “If we involve the police… it’ll only make things even more troublesome.”Colette shot the boys a furious glare. “You guys are just so stupid! I don't even know what you're doing here! How could you possibly think involving the police is a good idea,
Intrigued, Finn and Vincent headed back to their dorm, eager to hear what Jason had to say.“So, what’s the deal with that rich girl?” Vincent asked as he settled on his bed.Jason chuckled, shaking his head in a mocking way. “You know I really find this funny. This is to show you that nobody knows tomorrow. A reminder that no one’s untouchable. Sure, someone might be rich, but there’s always someone above them. Even the Nexus Group has to answer to a higher power. God.”Vincent raised an eyebrow. “God? Not even the president?”Jason burst into laughter. “Oh, Vincent, you’re so clueless. Politicians rely on the wealthy. Think about it—without rich backers, where would they get funding for their campaigns or projects? There are so many corrupt politicians, and the president’s no exception! Haha! It’s all about who holds the purse strings,” he scoffed.Finn frowned, his curiosity deepening. “Are you implying the president of Nexus Group is corrupt?”Jason shrugged casually. “I’m not try
Finn couldn't help but sigh when Angela came after him. He leaned back in his chair, and lowered his gaze, having nothing to say to her. “I’m talking to you, you bastard!” she snapped, slamming her hands on his desk. The sudden noise grabbed everyone’s attention, including Dana and also Lara, whose tear-streaked face turned toward the commotion.“Hey, aren’t you Nick’s cousin? What could Finn have done to make you barge into our lecture room like this?” a guy in the class asked, his tone curious but skeptical.Angela scoffed, her finger pointing at Finn with unrestrained contempt. “Because of this bastard—” she began, but her voice faltered as a sudden realization struck. If she revealed too much, everyone would find out about her embarrassing failure to pay for the lavish meal she’d treated her friends to at Palate Haven.Her eyes darted around nervously, and a flurry of thoughts ran through her mind. ‘I can’t humiliate myself further than I already have.’Nick raised a mocking ey
“Was that the case or were you actually trying to hit me?” Finn asked, his tone calm and his expression blank. “Because last I checked, I was on the pedestrian path, and you were the one out of your lane.”Jerome raised an eyebrow and smirked mockingly. “Don’t say something stupid! I can drive in whatever lane I please and people like you are the ones to scram when you see an Audi driving your way! But no—you just fucking stood there like some statue! What’s wrong with you?! Do you have a death wish?!”Finn let out a dry scoff, shaking his head. “People like me, huh? It’s enough to know that this was on purpose. You wanted to run me over. I should be the one asking you what the fucking hell is wrong with you?!”Jerome let out a cold, mocking laugh, looking at him with a condescending gaze. In a low, menacing tone, he said, “And what if I did try to run you over? There's nothing fucking wrong with me and I'm as sane as ever, you worthless idiot! What could you possibly do if I really d
The boys returned to the dormitory and Jason turned to look at Finn who was behind him. Who would have thought Finn was such a pushover with the kind of attitude he had?Jason gave him a grateful look, patting his arm and keeping his hand there for emphasis. “I don’t know how you managed to get such an expensive wine, but thanks for keeping quiet. You’re a good friend, Finn. You didn’t let me down, and now Melanie thinks the world of me.”Finn’s face remained stoic as he brushed Jason’s hand off. “Whatever,” he replied curtly.Jason chuckled, loving how he could get away with anything. “You know, for what it’s worth, Finn, that girl, Gia, I think she likes you. I mean, the way she was looking at you? Man, I’d say you’ve hit the jackpot.”Finn frowned as he made his way to sit on his bed. “Hmm. I don't think so. She was probably just being friendly.”Jason laughed, shaking his head in amusement as he found Finn funny. “You really know nothing, Finn. Were you blind not to notice that sh