2024-08-20 10:04:09“Yes, ma’am,” the staff member nodded,
“That card’s extremely rare—no more than 50 exist worldwide. So, the holder is treated as a VVIP at any bank they visit.”
Trisha’s eyes widened in shock. She bit her lip, feeling her heartbeat quicken.
She had spent years chasing wealth, hopping from one rich man to the next, trying to keep her lavish lifestyle.
The inheritance she withdrew every month from her father’s account, was barely enough to keep her lavish lifestyle.
‘I’ve only heard about the red card from my father, but I never thought I’d see someone with one…’ Trisha thought, frowning as she processed the revelation.
‘But Oliver? Impossible!’
Next second, Trisha marched over to Rebecca.
"Don’t trust this man, Miss. Rebecca! He’s a fraud, trying to scam you!"
Rebecca raised an eyebrow, her voice calm but sharp.
"A fraud? That’s a serious accusation, Miss Trisha."
"I’m not accusing him; I’m telling you the truth!" Trisha’s tone grew louder, "He probably found the card on the street, or worse - stole it!"
Rebecca’s expression remained steady as she asked:
"Do you have any evidence to back up your claim?"
Trisha’s eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with disdain.
"I’m his ex-wife. I know everything about him. Oliver’s poor—he works at the wet market, for God’s sake! You really think someone like him could own a red card?"
Rebecca nodded, holding her composure.
" Miss Trisha, we will verify it ourselves."
Trisha wouldn’t back down. Her voice rose, almost desperate now.
“Why bother? I’m telling the truth! I’m Trisha Henverton, daughter of the wealthiest family in this town! You really think I’d lie about this?”
The onlookers began to murmur, tension building in the room.
"Just look at him," Trisha sneered. “That shirt’s so worn out it’s practically gray. How could he have a red card?”
Several customers nodded in agreement.
"Exactly! Why would a rich man work at the wet market?" one muttered.
“He should be put into the jail!” another chimed in.
Rebecca’s voice cut through the whispers, firm and unyielding.
“I know who you are, Miss Trisha, and I’m well aware of your family’s position in town, especially your father’s former VIP status with this bank.”
Rebecca stressed the word “father.”
Trisha’s father was a VIP client. But that title hadn’t passed to her family, much less to Trisha.
Trisha picked up on the hint, her eyes narrowing, and anger flared across her face.
Rebecca gave a small, controlled gesture.
"The bank president is on her way here now.
“I suggest you avoid causing any further disruptions, or we may have to escort you out."
A thick silence fell over the room.
The customers who had agreed with Trisha a moment ago suddenly looked away, unwilling to draw attention to themselves.
Rebecca turned back to Oliver with a respectful nod.
"I apologize for the disturbance, Sir. Please follow me to the VVIP room."
"Alright," Oliver replied, casting one last look at the crowd before following her inside.
Behind them, Trisha stood frozen, her face a mask of shock.
The reality of the situation dawned on her, and she lunged forward, trying to follow.
"Stop her," Rebecca ordered coolly.
Two guards quickly stepped in, blocking Trisha’s path and holding her back.
“Sorry, Miss Trisha, but you’re not allowed in the VVIP room,” one guard said politely.
“No way! Why can’t I go in, but he can?”
Trisha spat, her voice shrill with anger as she tried to pull free from their grip.
“I should be in that room, not that loser!”
She screamed; her face red with rage.
The guards tightened their hold as she struggled against them.
“Let me go, or I’ll have you both fired! Don’t you get it? I’m the richest person in this town!”
She shouted, her voice breaking with fury.
One guard leaned in and said, calm but firm,
“Miss Trisha, if you keep causing a scene, we’ll have to ban you from this bank.”
Trisha fell silent immediately.
She knew this was the only bank where she could access her father’s inheritance.
She glared at Oliver, her manicured nails digging into her palms.
To her surprise, Oliver glanced back at her. His eyes held a quiet disappointment.
“Bastard,” she hissed under her breath as the doors closed behind him.
Inside, Oliver shook off the thought of Trisha, though a faint sadness lingered.
She had always measured people by money and status.
But his attention shifted as he looked around the VVIP room.
It radiated wealth—polished wood panels, elegant artwork, and plush leather chairs that spoke of pure luxury.
“Please, have a seat, sir,” Rebecca said, gesturing to a luxurious leather chair.
Oliver sat down, and Rebecca took the seat across from him,
Her professional demeanor never breaking, though a flicker of curiosity sparked in her eyes.
She wanted to know more about this mysterious man holding the coveted red card.
"What business would you like to conduct today, Sir?"
Oliver hesitated: "I just want to withdraw some money."
"Of course, Sir," Rebecca smiled, handing him a sleek tablet. "Please enter your password."
That’s when Oliver froze.
His stomach twisting as he realized—
He didn’t know the password.
Taking a deep breath, he tried his birthday.
[Password Incorrect]
‘Damn,’ Oliver thought, his heart pounding.
Across the table, Rebecca’s polite smile wavered just slightly as her sharp eyes stayed focused on him.
‘Did I make an incorrect judgment? Is this man really the card’s owner, or did he somehow get his hands on it by other means?’
She wasn’t just curious anymore—she was suspicious.
Oliver furrowed his brow, deep in thought. There had to be something.
He stared at the screen for a few seconds.
Suddenly, a faint memory flickered.
A string of numbers flashed in his mind, though he couldn’t quite place where he had seen them before.
Oliver typed in the password and hit "Enter,"
His nerves tingling a bit. If he got it wrong again, he knew Rebecca would kick him out on the spot.
[Password Correct]
Relief washed over him as the card unlocked—only to be replaced by utter shock.
He saw the account balance flash on the screen.
When the final digit appeared, Oliver’s eyes widened.
It started with a "1," followed by nine zeros.
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Chapter 514: Weaponizing The Situation
It was Reynald.“You’re spiraling,” he said, looking Oliver in the eye. “I just stopped you before you spiral further. Because this isn’t the Oliver I know.”He added, “I understand why you’re acting that way, and it’s because of the guilt. What happened might be painful, but you don’t need to carry all the burden.”“You didn’t like what happened. That’s the important part. And the fact that you’re still alive means that we still have the chance to make everything right.”The room stilled.Oliver didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his gaze moved toward the window, looking at the buildings outside again.“You’re right… I should stop spiraling.” Oliver finally nodded. “But I’m not blaming myself for something beyond my control.”He added, “I just despise how Nicholas was using this situation to his advantage.”With her voice determined, Zerenette answered, “Then we’re going to stop him. That’s our only goal in the first place. And no matter what happens, nothing will change.”Oliver no
Chapter 513: The World That Turned Against Them
Nicholas was having a press conference, acting like an expert who could give a valid judgment on the incident.Lights were flashing, the reporters asked questions continuously, while the security were lined up, protecting Nicholas.“I will answer all your questions. But for now, let me process everything. It may not be obvious, and it may not have affected me directly, but I’m having a hard time, too.”As Nicholas stood in front of the podium, he looked like a grieving hero instead of the devil he was.His expression was perfectly crafted, sorrowful, pained, and even had a trembling body as if everything was too much to bear, taking everyone’s sympathy at first sight.He even bowed his head, acting like he wasn’t the one who started it all, causing Oliver to bite his lower lip harder in anger, tasting the blood on it.“Acting like he lost someone, yet he’s the one who made the explosion,” Oliver muttered, his voice laced with rage and bitterness.Still, he didn’t turn off the televisi
Chapter 512: Expert Opinion
Nicholas clicked his tongue, shaking his head with a devilish smile. “Fucking pathetic.”The silence filled the air, the tension creeping onto Zyren’s body.He had seen those powers before because Jack also has them, but with Nicholas… It felt different.Stronger. Deadlier.As Nicholas drank his remaining wine, he slowly walked to his chair and sat on it, resting his elbows as if he were settling into a throne, not caring about the broken table.His gaze sharpened, cold and unforgiving.“Zyren.”“Yes, Master?”“If Zero truly possessed a mutation that allowed him to survive that blast…” Nicholas murmured, “Then it could only mean two things.”Zyren looked up, unsure. “What is it, Master?”Nicholas’ voice dropped to a chilling whisper.“It’s either someone tampered with my research, or he could be a part of that family.”Silence filled the air. Zyren didn’t understand what Nicholas was talking about at first, especially upon mentioning the word ‘family’.“But it’s impossible. The peopl
Chapter 511: Mine To Hold and Bear
Zyren nodded, and Nicholas thought he was going to leave after the conversation.To Nicholas’ shock, Zyren remained standing, looking at him, his mouth opening and closing as if he was hesitating to speak.“If you have to say something, just speak,” Nicholas commanded, the authority evident in his tone. “Why are you so hesitant about it?”“Because I’m not sure of this report, Sir,” Zyren admitted, his gaze fixated on the floor, his body slightly bowing. “I’ve only heard it from the others while I’m monitoring Zerenette.”Nicholas raised an eyebrow. The tone of Zyren’s voice made him curious.“What is it?”“It’s about Zero,” he continued, his expression darkening. “Some reported that Oliver almost left the place before the explosion, but it was confirmed that he was still in the vicinity.”Upon hearing those words, Nicholas smiled devilishly.“So, you’re unsure whether Zero died in that explosion or not?” Nicholas let out a chuckle. “Of course, he will, even if he’s just near the facil
Chapter 510: Winning Situation
Meanwhile, Nicholas was in his office in the Devoran Corporation located in the Capital.He was in front of the glass wall, staring at the view with a smile on his lips. In his position, not only could he see the Capital, but even the towns nearby.Holding a cup of wine in his hand, he moved it slightly, so the liquid inside was moving, too. Not that much, not too slow.“Master.”Nicholas heard a knock on the door, snapping him to his senses.“Come in.”The door opened, and it revealed a man wearing a suit and tie, something he was uncomfortable with, but trying to get along with it from time to time.It was Zyren, the last member standing of the Card Elite.He was mostly in the shadows as Nicholas instructed him not to show himself yet. After all, the Legion V members weren’t aware of his existence.All of them thought they had killed every member of the Card Elite and even destroyed the whole organization.But Card Elite only stands by its name. It won’t be destroyed, not unless they
Chapter 509: Ashes of The Fallen Soldiers
It was already late in the evening, and the entire Legion was silent again.Everyone was already asleep. Even Reynald and Zerenette, who still looked worried despite being unconscious, were now having their rest.Only one person stayed awake despite the chaos.Oliver.He was just looking out the window, staring at the buildings outside Legion.“We planned everything, even more carefully than we did on the Card Elite,” he muttered, the pain evident in his voice. “Where did everything go wrong?”They thought they had won. That they managed to corner Nicholas after all the evil things he was planning against Colossia.But it turns out Nicholas deceived them, letting them think they were at an advantage even though it was the exact opposite.“Shit,” he mumbled, heaving a sigh.To his shock, someone sat beside him.“Can’t sleep?”Oliver looked to his side. It was Charlie. He even wiped his eyes, and it was evident on his face that he was still sleepy.However, seeing Oliver blame himself a
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