*****‘Owner of that card?’‘Sir?!’The security guards stood dumbfounded, their mouths slack, their jaws seemingly on the brink of unhinging.Shock struck them like a thunderclap.“What the hell is going on?” one of them finally muttered under his breath, echoing the question blazing through each of their stunned minds.Their gazes flicked toward the crowd that had steadily swelled behind the previously proud and composed bank manager—now looking more like a startled, out-of-place clerk.Meanwhile, the crowd…A sea of eyes currently bore down on Xavier, every single person staring at him with obsessive curiosity, as if hoping to peel away the layers of his being and discover the truth beneath.And finally… Xavier?He currently stood still.Unshaken. Serene. Detached.He radiated an eerie calm, like the eye of a deadly storm.Not an ounce of panic, not a flicker of uncertainty. Just composed stillness, as if he’d anticipated this exact sequence of events.Without rushing

*****“Wait… did he just say what I think he did?”“Did the manager just reprimand Young Master Julius?”“No way. That can’t be right. Not young master Julius. This has to be some kind of joke…”Murmurs spread like wildfire.They had all seen how Gregory had treated Julius earlier, with complete familiarity, like a family member. For him to suddenly raise his voice, let alone scold Julius, was beyond belief.And Julius…He looked like he’d just swallowed a fly.“This…” he muttered, his mouth agape. For a moment, no words came. Then, recovering some of his usual bluster, he forced out a shaky laugh.“Uncle,” he said, his voice louder now, trying to reassert dominance, “You’re not actually falling for this lunatic’s act, are you?”He gestured toward Xavier like he was showcasing a circus animal.“Come on! Look at him! Look at the state of his clothes! Even the servants back at my estate wear better than this—and you think this is a VVIP client?”He barked a short laugh, but

*****Everyone stood motionless at this moment, rooted in place like statues carved from stone, their eyes wide as they tracked Xavier’s unhurried, graceful stride back into the bank.His hands were in his pockets.His pace was casual, and his aura? Unshakable.He had just smacked the face of hierarchy, shattered arrogance underfoot, and turned power dynamics upside down—and now he walked away like none of it had mattered.The silence that followed was almost spiritual.Even Gregory, the bank’s esteemed manager, whose presence once demanded respect, was too stunned to react for a full ten seconds. His brain, like everyone else’s, struggled to reboot after witnessing a scene so bizarre, so unreal, it defied everything they thought they knew about status and authority.But finally, as if a switch had flipped, Gregory jolted.A wave of relief crashed over him, and without a second thought, he sprang to his feet and dashed after Xavier, his face beaming like a man who had just been spared

*****Julius let out a sharp exhale after hearing his father’s infuriated voice.Knowing that his father never ignored anything concerning him and would always seek revenge on his behalf no matter the time or place, he felt slightly more at ease, reassured that reinforcements were on the way.But one thing remained absolutely clear.He wouldn’t let Xavier leave this bank without paying for everything he had done.And so, Julius turned and stormed back inside.……Meanwhile…Outside the bank stood a group of trembling souls—the security guards.They had watched everything unfold.They had heard the slap, seen the reactions, and now, they were only beginning to understand the enormity of their error.Their faces were pale. Their limbs were numb.The silence among them was heavy—until one of the guards finally croaked out a shaky whisper:“P-Please… Someone tell me we didn’t almost beat that guy up just to impress Julius.”His voice was so thin, so frightened, it was a miracle anyone hear

*****After Julius and Brenda, the guards were the most shocked after hearing Gregory make the announcement.Their knees turned to liquid, their eyes went wide, and their blood turned to ice.They had laughed at Xavier not long ago, insulting and calling him a lowlife entity for daring to challenge Julius and not give him a face.They had claimed he should have groveled before Julius—that he didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as him.And now?They had insulted a man who now made even Julius—their golden boy—look like a child playing dress-up.One of the guards whimpered softly, and another staggered before slumping against the wall, his hands shaking violently.“Wait… who was supposed to give face to who in the first place?” one of them muttered. “Weren’t we and even that Julius the ones who should’ve knelt to him from the start?”Regret tore through them like a thunderclap, the weight of their mistake suffocating them.They felt weak, almost sobbing.Their pride, their