Staring at Raymond’s back, Dahlia’s lips parted slightly, surprise flashing across her face.She hadn’t expected him to let go so easily, without argument or demands.However, for a moment, she felt a pang of loss, a strange emptiness she couldn’t quite name.But she convinced herself that this was the right decision.Their lives were heading in different directions, and there was no point in holding onto a relationship that no longer worked.After leaving the restaurant, Raymond wandered on the street, not knowing where to go.Was money really that important?He clenched his fists and let out a bitter laugh.However at that moment, that woman Sophia's words suddenly occurred to him.“You’re a trillionaire. If you don't believe me, check the balance.”Trillionaire?He frowned. Though it seemed absurd to him, it wouldn't hurt if he went to check it out.After all, he had nothing else to lose.Without wasting any more time he grabbed his jacket, and placed the card in his pocket heading

Dahlia’s mother and sister stood in stunned silence, their faces pale. The weight of Malisa’s words hit them like a hammer, shattering their arrogance into fragments.“Revoked?” Dahlia’s mother stammered, her voice trembling. “you can’t do this,” Dahlia’s sister sputtered, her earlier sneer replaced by wide-eyed disbelief. Her voice cracked, but Malisa’s icy glare stopped her from saying more.Malisa’s lips curled into a faint, cold smile. “I already have.” The scene felt heavier as the gravity of their loss sank in. Membership at this bank wasn’t just about convenience—it was a symbol of status, of power, and losing it was a blow that would echo across their social and business lives. For a family that thrived on connections and reputation, this was devastation.“Madam, please—” Dahlia’s mother begged, her voice faltering, but Malisa’s icy gaze froze her mid-sentence.“Don’t waste my time,” Malisa said sharply, cutting her off. “You’ve already wasted enough of it.”Dahlia’s sister

“Then why are you here?” she demanded, believing he was just lying.“To attend the auction,” Raymond replied simply, his voice steady.Immediately Dahlia’s jaw tightened, disbelief flashing across her face. “You’re attending the auction?” she repeated, as if the words themselves were ridiculous. “Raymond, do you even hear yourself? You’re making a fool of yourself. Just return the card and stop this before it gets worse.”Raymond’s gaze remained steady, his voice calm but firm. “I don’t need your concern, Dahlia. You’ve already made it clear where we stand.”Seeing Raymond's attitude Caleb smirked with disdain.“You should leave,” he said, his tone dripping with superiority. “This place isn’t for people like you. You’ll only embarrass yourself further. And Dahlia—stop wasting your time on him. The last thing you need is to be associated with his mess. It’s wise of you to have dumped him. No women would like to be with such trash!”However, before Raymond could respond, a voice cut th

Upon hearing what Raymond just said.Caleb’s face darkened, his jaw tightening as he glared at Raymond. It was clearly a deliberate provocation to him. “Yours? Well, let’s see how you can get it, loser!” He smirked scornfully, already planning to teach him a harsh lesson later.His fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest of his chair as resentment bubbled beneath his composed exterior. The other guests exchanged amused glances, their laughter muffled but unmistakable. They whispered among themselves, eager to witness the inevitable embarrassment they believed Raymond was walking into.“Such arrogance,” one man muttered, shaking his head. “Let’s see how he plans to follow through.”“I know he’s all talk,” another woman said, leaning in to her companion. “This will be entertaining.”Not long after the auction finally began, the room fell into an anticipatory hush as the first items were introduced. Lavish jewelry, rare antiques, and expensive art pieces were displayed one a

Raymond glanced at Caleb, sneered. “You can verify all you want, I'm not stopping you.” Upon hearing what Raymond just said, some of the guests gaze at him disgustingly. “Look at him, acting all high and mighty,” sneered a voice from the crowd. “Who does he think he's fooling?" another chimed in. “We all remember how he lived off Dahlia's money before he got a divorce.” Immediately more whispers rippled through the gathering. “A man who couldn't even keep his own house running, now claims to have such wealth?” “Pathetic,” someone spat. “He'll embarrass himself, just wait and see,” another voice called out. However Through it all, Raymond stood still, his face a mask of serenity. Their words, sharp as they were, couldn't pierce the quiet certainty he carried within. However Dahlia watched from the sidelines, shaking her head at her ex-husband's display. Deep down, she knew Raymond didn't have that kind of money - it was just another one of his elaborate acts that would end