Liam said nothing more. He knew, with a sick certainty, that there was nothing he could say right now that would make them leave him alone. Nothing he could say that would suddenly make them trust him, believe him, or even pause long enough to hear him out properly. At this point, any wrong word might only make things worse. So he made the only choice left to him. He lowered his head and followed. Inside, humiliation burned through him almost as fiercely as fear. He was exhausted, shaken, and painfully aware of how helpless he looked. And beneath all of it, one thought kept pounding through his mind with bitter clarity—"Victoria did this.""Victoria and Benjamin., It had to be them. Who else could have designed something this cruel? Who else could have set me up so perfectly and then vanished, leaving me standing alone in the center of the disaster?" The more he thought of it, the more convinced he became. This was not random. This was not an accident. This was a trap, carefu

In that instant, Penelope felt her thoughts scatter in every direction. Because the transfer record had not come from a neighboring district, a shell account, or even a hidden domestic source. It had come from **Vamora**For a second, she could only stare. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she breathed, “How is that even possible?” Everyone knew what Vamora was. It was not just another country on the world map. It was one of the pillars of global power, one of the most advanced and untouchable nations in existence. A country ranked at Level One Hundred so far above the rest that even speaking of it carried a certain reverence. Vamora was the kind of place people in lesser nations dreamed about without ever expecting to see. For most, it existed more as legend than reality a distant summit of wealth, influence, and civilization that ordinary countries could only admire from below. People did not simply go to Vamora. Many would count themselves lucky just to hear som

Liam shook his head slightly as he walked, forcing his thoughts into order. Whatever this money was, wherever it had come from, one truth remained unavoidable he needed it. Desperately. If the real owner ever came looking for it, then so be it. He would deal with that when the time came. He would explain. He would repay it if he had to, even if it meant spending years working himself to the bone to return every last cent. But right now, his family had needs that could not wait. His suffering would not pause just because the source of the money was mysterious. Hunger would not pause. Pain would not pause. Urgency would not pause. And beyond that, another fire still burned inside him. Victoria and Benjamin. What they had done to him could not go unanswered. They would pay for it. Somehow, someday, they would. So for now, he made up his mind. He would use part of the money. Once that decision settled inside him, Liam stopped hesitating and simply followed Penelope. She le

The moment the attendant fully understood what Director Penelope had said, it was as though all the air left her at once. Her expression crumpled into pure disbelief. She looked dazed, almost unsteady, as if her mind refused to catch up with reality. Then she pointed at herself, stunned. “Me?” she said. “Clear my desk? You’re firing me? How? What? How?” She sounded less defiant now and more desperate, as though she was trying to force the situation to make sense simply by repeating it aloud. But Penelope had no patience left for that. “Stop trying to play dumb with me,” Penelope said sharply. “And stop trying to play clever. You know exactly why you’re being dismissed.” Her tone was crisp, cold, and final. “From the look of things, this behavior didn’t begin today. You have clearly been abusing your position, creating trouble, and treating customers however you pleased. That is against the policy of this bank regardless of whether the customer is high-ranking or low-rank

Neither Liam nor Penelope spared the former front desk attendant another glance as the security guards escorted her away. Whatever resentment she still harbored no longer mattered. She was gone, and the hall seemed to breathe easier without her presence. With the matter settled, Penelope decided to handle everything personally. She first turned her attention to the old woman, guiding her with a patience and kindness that stood in sharp contrast to the cruelty she had endured earlier. Within a short time, the withdrawal was completed, and the money was placed into the old woman’s trembling hands. Tears of gratitude gathered in the woman’s eyes, and she kept murmuring blessings under her breath as though she could never thank them enough. After that, Penelope shifted her focus to Liam. She personally oversaw the process of upgrading his banking status, and before long, his new card was brought out and placed before him. It was an S-rank card beautifully made, pure gold in appearan