The moment the thought settled in Justin’s mind, he slowly raised his head and looked directly at his father.His expression calm but filled with curiosity. There was a subtle shift in his demeanor, as he had begun connecting pieces of information that had previously seemed unrelated.“Dad,” Justin began, his tone steady, “do you know the names of the people managing the companies under the conglomerate?”His father leaned back slightly in his chair and nodded without hesitation. “Of course I do,” he replied confidently. “These companies are not run blindly. Every manager was carefully selected, and I keep track of all of them.”Justin gave a small nod, reassured by the answer. He paused briefly before continuing, his gaze still fixed on his father.“That’s good,” he said quietly. “Then tell me… who is currently managing Desktron Technologies?”His father did not answer immediately. Instead, he furrowed his brows slightly, taking a moment to recall the information. He tapped his

The car continued moving smoothly along the road.Its engine hummed quietly as it moved through the afternoon traffic with ease. His mind however continued to linger.He was thinking about everything he needed to do before the evening arrived.As the car slowed slightly at an intersection, his eyes suddenly caught sight of a familiar building ahead. It was a tall, modern glass structure with high walls that reflected the sunlight. At the top of the building, bold letters displayed its name: Silver Line Bank.Justin leaned forward slightly. “Stop here,” he said.The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Here, Young Master?” he asked, a little surprised.“Yes,” Justin replied calmly. “Please pull over by the roadside.”The driver hesitated for a brief moment before carefully steering the car to the side and bringing it to a smooth stop. He turned slightly in his seat, his expression respectful but curious.“Forgive me for asking, Young Master,” he began politely, “but

The receptionist folded her arms impatiently and glanced past Justin as a few well-dressed customers began to gather behind him, clearly waiting to be attended to. Her expression hardened, and her tone became sharper as she addressed him again.“Look,” she said, her voice filled with irritation, “I really do not have time for this. There are actual clients waiting to be attended to, and I cannot keep them waiting because of… this.” She gestured vaguely at him, her meaning painfully obvious. “If you do not have any real business here, please step aside and let me do my job.”Justin remained where he was, unmoved by her words.He could feel the weight of several curious gazes settling on him from behind, and he knew very well what they were thinking. To them, he was just a poor and wretched boy trying to claim what he's not. A young man causing unnecessary trouble in a place he clearly did not belong. Still, he refused to let that perception dictate how this moment would be.“Ple

Justin let out a short, incredulous scoff as the accusations began to fly from every direction. For a brief moment, he simply stood there, staring at the receptionist and the manager as he could not quite believe how quickly the situation had spiraled out of control. What had started as a simple attempt to withdraw money had now turned into a full-blown accusation of theft, and the irony of it all was almost laughable, if it had not been so frustrating.“There is clearly a misunderstanding here,” Justin said, his voice controlled but firm as he tried to insert reason into the chaos. “I did not steal this card.”However, before he could continue or offer any real explanation, the receptionist cut him off sharply, her voice rising as though she had already reached her conclusion and saw no need to hear anything further.“Oh, please!” she snapped, folding her arms as she looked at him with disdain. “Do not even try to make up stories now. We have already seen enough to understand what

It did not take up to twenty minutes before the deep, commanding sound of an expensive engine echoed through the front of the bank, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. Outside, a luxury car rolled to a smooth stop at the entrance of Silver Line Bank, its body reflecting the sunlight in a way that immediately set it apart from every other vehicle on the street. Even before the door opened, the atmosphere inside the bank began to change subtly, as something significant was about to happen.Inside, a large crowd had already gathered, forming a loose circle around the unfolding scene. Customers who had originally come for their own transactions had abandoned their queues, whispering among themselves as they watched the confrontation.Some stood on their toes to get a better view, while others leaned forward, eager not to miss a single moment of what was happening.At the center of it all stood Justin.His clothes were still worn and stained from the previous day, his appearance d