Then, Irene got a call from Mr Spencer to return to London immediately. So, she could not accompany her young master to take care of his bank account.
But before she left Killian in the city's courtyard of the very famous Royal Bank. Irene first sent a text message to the Chairman of the Royal Bank to welcome their VVIP guest.
Of course, receiving an SMS from the Spencer Group's important person, the Royal Bank's president was shocked. The man rushed downstairs to welcome their VVIP guest.
But before the Chairman arrived, there was a minor incident with Killian. The man stepped in with his clothes. Killian wore worn-out jeans and a slightly shabby shirt as he needed more time to change or buy new clothes.
"Stop!" one of the foreign-faced security guards yelled, startling Killian. He thought Killian was a beggar.
"Who? Me?" replied Killian, pointing at himself.
"If not you, who else. You beggar. Go away!" the man snapped harshly.
"I'm not a beggar or whatever you think I am. I'm here because I want to meet Piere or whatever his name is," Killian argued exasperatedly.
"What did you say? A beggar like you wants to meet Mr Piere, the Chairman of the Royal Bank?" he said in surprise.
"Don't dream!" said the security guard insulting Killian while pushing Killian's body away from the bank.
He pushed Killian's body back and almost fell because he did not expect such rude treatment when he first came to the bank where he deposited his money.
After composing himself, Killian stepped towards the security guard who had pushed him earlier. Killian's hands were clenched tightly, indicating that he wanted to beat the arrogant security guard. Then Killian grabbed the security guard's shirt and intended to hit him.
"Stop! What are you doing?" yelled a young woman, around 22 years old, stopping Killian's action.
Killian lowered his hand, which was about to hit the security guard, when he heard a scream from the new arrival.
"What's going on?" the manager asked unhappily.
"Miss Stella!" the security guard replied fearfully.
"Here's a hobo beggar claiming to want to see President Piere. I'm just trying to stop him. It's obvious from his clothes that he's not our customer, but this beggar doesn't seem to give up on getting leftovers from this bank," the security guard said lightly in his defence.
He wanted to curry favour with the Royal Bank's finance manager, hoping to receive praise or a hefty year-end bonus.
Miss Stella observed Killian's appearance for a moment. From top to bottom. Killian indeed wore out the trousers he was wearing. His shirt was also very shabby—no shoes, but no new sandals. So, without needing to ask again. Stella had already deduced that Killian was a raggedy beggar trying his luck at the famous bank for food.
"Drag him out of here! Call your other friends!" Stella ordered suddenly.
"If he still resists. Break his hands," Stella continued.
As soon as the security got the order from the woman Stella, The guard who had been arguing with Killian called three other colleagues to help him.
The three bank security guards rushed to come after being called by their leader and immediately acted to try to catch Killian.
When Killian's body was in their hands, they intended to drag him out of the Royal Bank courtyard. The people inside the bank heard the commotion and tried to find out what had happened.
So did the people passing by on the street. They also stopped to find out what had happened in the bank courtyard.
"Are there thieves or robbers in the famously safe bank?" they wondered.
If it was confirmed that the man whom four security guards were surrounding was a thief, then his fate was very unlucky; instead of getting lucky, he would be beaten by the bank guards.
Killian's body, which four bank guards had held, stiffened, and suddenly, with a single blow, he threw the four in all directions.
People who saw the incident were astonished. How could such a weak-looking Killian make the four security guards be thrown away without being able to put up any resistance?
Stella, who was still there, became very surprised. She expected a person who was not underestimated and looked down upon could defeat four well-trained security guards.
She saw the four bank guards helpless. The woman named Stella used a dirty trick by shouting, "Thief! Please catch him! He's trying to rob this bank. Call the police!"
The woman shouted to the people on the street and inside the bank until a voice broke the tension.
"Stop it!" someone shouted in a heavy voice.
The people trying to arrest Killian backed away when they saw a middle-aged man coming out of the bank door.
"What are you doing?" he growled.
"Whoever he is, don't act rashly," he said again, frightening the four security guards and Stella.
Then the middle-aged man looked Killian up and down. He didn't find Killian to be an honoured guest he wanted to meet. But as a person with decades of experience. The middle-aged man tried to be friendly to Killian.
"If I may know, for what purpose did you come to this Royal Bank?" asked the middle-aged man as politely as possible.
"Are you the one named Piere?" Killian asked back, without answering the middle-aged man's question first.
With his professional demeanour, the middle-aged man replied, "Yes, I am Piere. If I may know. Who am I dealing with at the moment? And what is your purpose in coming to this bank?"
"Have you received a message from Irene Adler about the arrival of a guest in your office?" asked Killian once again, without wanting to answer Piere's question.
He was getting a question like that. Piere's body shivered. Then the man hurriedly walked towards Killian. Once he arrived, Piere immediately bent his body 90 degrees towards Killian.
"Mr Spencer. Please forgive this ignorant older man. I didn't even greet you properly," Piere said as politely as possible because he knew what would happen if Killian got angry.
Stella and the four security guards, as well as the people, gathered around the Royal Bank, were taken aback by the behaviour of Piere, who was notorious for not bowing down to anyone. But today, they saw with their own eyes. Piere bowed his head to a hobo or beggar that the four security guards had tried to drive away.
Stella then tried to digest the situation; then ventured to ask her superior.
"M-mister Piere! Are you not wrong to bow your head to this man?" asked Stella, still in disbelief. "Shut up!" Instead of an answer, she received a stern scolding. Stella was so embarrassed to have an employee who was not polite to an essential customer in front of her. Throughout his career as president and director of a well-known bank, 70% owned by the Spencer Group, where Irene worked. It was Pierre's first time he had the opportunity to meet a significant person from the Spencer Group. On top of that, today, the Spencer Group's sole heir came to visit the bank that was arguably his. He had slapped Stella's face so hard that it would probably be swollen. Her beauty is gone. With tears in her eyes, Stella still dared to come forward to complain because it was she who was yelled at instead of Killian. But before she could ask. Piere yelled at her again, which made Stella surprised. A moment later, Piere slowly said softly while holding back his anger, "Do you know who he is? He
"Mr Piere! Thank you for serving me so well," Killian praised him."I have to serve the young master in the Spencer family. In the future, whenever and wherever you need me, then I will always be ready for you," replied Piere, happy to be praised by his VVIP guest."I wanted to invite you to dine together at Adam's Restaurant, if you don't mind," Piere tried to attract Killian's attention by inviting him to eat.It was an opportunity to get to know the big, powerful man of the giant Spencer Group. By getting close to the heir, one's social standing and status will rise. It was his chance. Piere unleashed his little thoughts.After all, the Spencer Group owned the bank he worked for all these times. Being able to seek attention, and serve Killian, would make his life more advanced and influential."There is a favour and a return, a purpose and a goal." That was their principle."Thank you for the invitation, Mr Piere. But for now, I can't. Maybe I will make it up next time," Killian de
"How is it, sir? Are you interested?" the saleswoman asked, still excited."How should I do? It's a nice car, but I don't have that much money. I only have 920,000 euros left in my savings; there’s no way I can afford such an expensive car," the man thought anxiously."Leona! Let's look at the other car first. I think that car over there is better than that one," he reasoned.While grumbling, the young woman, Leona, moved towards the other car her partner mentioned. When she passed Killian, her frustration grew."What are you looking at, you hooligan? Ptooey!" she scolded while spitting at Killian.He was getting insulted like that. Killian was angry and wanted to throw his hands at the bold woman, but he held back as much as possible.The man beside the woman was also silent. But when he saw Killian's hands clenched. The man became angry."What kind of person are you? You only dare to hit women. If you want to hit her, come and fight me," he said sarcastically.Unable to vent his ang
Bang! "T-this can't be. How did it happen? W-who exactly are you?" asked Hugo, trembling. "No way! No way! It must be a mistake," said the showroom saleswoman with her body starting to sweat. "The machine must be broken. It can't be right," chirped another. On the other hand, Jessica was not so surprised but was stunned and gawked. She knew from the start that the card Killian showed her was not just any card. So after being proven, it turned out to be true. "This is my chance to get close to him, but can he forgive me?" Jessica thought to herself. "S-Sir, if I may know, who am I currently dealing with?" Hugo is already starting to be respectful to Killian. "Doesn't the card have my account name on it? As well as some brief personal details. You certainly know who I am," Killian responded. "Yes. Sir is right. Come, Sir, I will serve you in my private room," he said modestly, trying to curry favour. "No need. You take care of the necessary car papers. I'll be ten minutes. I'm i
The car he was driving continued to speed up, cutting through the city streets, and entered the courtyard of a five-star hotel. From the name alone, Killian knew from Irene that the hotel belonged to him. Killian parked the car next to the hotel. It was quiet, and no one saw him park his vehicle there. Incidentally, the security guard on duty had a nature call in the washroom. Meanwhile, the other four were changing shifts. So at the time of the shift change, Killian entered the hotel courtyard without going through another check. The hotel that Killian visited was vast and grand. It occupies an area of 27 acres. It was up to 50 floors high, with many varied rooms available. Available rooms include standard room, superior room, deluxe room, junior suite room, suite room, president suite or penthouse suite, single room, twin room, double room, family or triple room, connecting room, murphy room, accessible or disabled room, smoking or non-smoking room, cabana room and so on. The fa
"You're only measuring money. It's more than money!" Killian exclaimed irritably."Check with the card reader. Whether the card has money on it or not!" he growled.Manager Shelby, who saw Killian throw the silver-grey object on the table, was shocked. Although Shelby had never seen what the card looked like, she had heard of someone who had it. The owner was a person who could not be offended.They were finished if it confirmed that the card had money and the owner was Killian! All this time, they had been degrading and insulting Killian without listening to the man's reasoning.One word Killian said, they answered two, more Killian said, they answered even more. It only was when Killian threw a titanium card in front of the receptionist's eyes that they fell silent, including manager Shelby.Her body trembled, imagining what her boss would say if he knew what happened in the hotel lobby.It turned out that what Shelby's manager was afraid of came true. The hotel's boss, the general
Killian lay down on the super-luxurious bed, casting his eyes around the room."Amazing!" he marvelled.Then Killian got up from the bed, walked over and inspected the entire contents of the room he had rented.In the President's suite, Killian's eyes were stunned. It displayed things he had never encountered before in front of his eyes. There were so many luxurious facilities available.There were three rooms, complete with bathrooms. It covered each bed in luxurious spherical sheets, pillows, and speakers nearby. Then there are two living rooms, including one with a classical piano.There is a large dining table in the dining room. There is also a fridge containing non-alcoholic drinks and plenty of free snacks.There is a small kitchenette with a dry pub pantry—a fridge for storing frozen food and a microwave. There is also an espresso machine and variants of Darjeeling and golden tips tea.Three branded luxury microfibre bathrooms have three glass-walled showers and a jacuzzi. The
"Wow! It's already morning. I was exhausted all day, so I slept soundly last night," Killian murmurs almost inaudibly."I'd better hurry to shower, have breakfast, and wait for Irene to come to pick me up," Killian said to himself.Forty-five minutes later, Killian was finished showering, dressed neatly, with blue trousers, slightly dull, wearing footwear that was available in the room but not shoes.Confidently, he stepped into the available lift in front of his room. There was a unique lift for important guests, which did not mix with ordinary guests' charges.Once inside, Killian's fingers immediately pressed the ground floor number. A few moments later, Killian was at his destination.Arriving at the ground floor, Killian tried to find the restaurant where he wanted to eat. His eyes kept searching everywhere."Ah, why don't I just ask the hotel staff?" he thought, regretting his stupidity."Excuse me!" he said when he passed a female employee at the hotel, but she was not wearing