2025-03-10 19:45:44Chapter Three
Elvis turned to leave the elderly man, but his conscience couldn't let him go. Even though the man was a stranger, he had saved his life, and the man wasn't stopping him from leaving. He took a deep breath as he turned to face the man. "Fine! I'll take the card, but I doubt I'll be needing it because I am not who you think I am!" He said with a calm tone, reciprocating the respect the man had shown him. The elderly man hastily gave Elvis the transparent envelope. Elvis gave it a last glance before walking out of the mansion. For someone who had been run over by a car three days ago and who had woken up with an excruciating migraine, he felt surprisingly relieved and pain-free. The elderly man's touch had magically taken away the migraine. To Elvis, there was a logical explanation for that. With how beautiful the mansion was, it was obvious the elderly man worked for a wealthy family. He was sure they had hired the best doctor to help fasten his healing, and the therapy the elderly man had done might be a skill that had come with his age and experience. The moment he got to the mansion gate and was sure no one was watching, he brought out the transparent envelope and stared at it for a while. "This isn't mine!" He said as he tried to discard the envelope in the waste bin beside him, but immediately, he got an even more excruciating migraine than the previous one. He held his head as he screamed from the effect of the pain. Within a jiffy, he had a flashback to a dream he had been having over the years, where he usually saw his younger self in a magnificent mansion, running and playing excitedly. Elvis held his head to get himself back, and after a few seconds, he was back to himself. He turned to look at the mansion, and it was the exact one he had always seen in his dream. "Could I be connected to these people?" He questioned himself as he picked back the card. "There's only one way to find out! I'll go to the bank and check the authenticity of this card." He said, staring at the card as he tried to get himself back. He checked his pocket and found some money. It was obvious the old man had put it there. Without wasting any time, he boarded a taxi heading towards the City-Monument Bank. The City-Monument Bank was the bank of the wealthy, and only the elites were seen there. But the card description showed he needed to go there to activate the card. Elvis took a deep breath, getting himself ready for whatever embarrassment awaited him. As they got to the entrance of the bank, he knew his caliber of people weren't allowed there, and if all of this was fake, the security wouldn't think twice to ridicule him. The moment Elvis alighted from the taxi, he heard a familiar voice from behind him – the voice of the last person he wanted to see right now. "Elvis Nobody! What are you doing here?" Mrs. Reyker's voice rang with mockery. Elvis turned to see Mrs. Reyker and her daughter, Selena. "I guess he missed his way, or he's here to disguise himself as a beggar at the gate. Who knows, he might be lucky to see a wealthy man who would help him with a gatekeeper job!" Selena's mockery was sharp, as she and her mother laughed out. Elvis, not wanting to give in to their childishness, didn't bother replying as he walked towards the main gate. But this angered Mrs. Reyker even more, as she hastened her pace beside him and blocked his path. "Who do you think you are to snub me, you pathetic fool!" She said, facing Elvis with so much fury. Elvis, not wanting to give in to the elderly woman's display, spoke firmly, "You don't have to be unfortunate; this is a public place." The words hit Mrs. Reyker like a hard slap, as she roared. "You fool! How dare you call me unfortunate! You're the most unfortunate person I know, and you have no right being in a place like this." "We are here because Albert West, the man of the moment, got us a top-tier loan with the bank – something you can't even do in your dreams!" Selena mocked. "Lucky you!" Elvis said in sarcasm as he continued to walk. This angered Mrs. Reyker even more, as she hurriedly walked to the security at the gate, yelling at the top of her voice to get the attention of passersby. "Don't let this man inside! He's a beggar. I'm sure he's here to steal. He has no business being here!" The security, seeing the distressed elderly woman, quickly stopped Elvis from passing the entrance. "Who are you, and what do you want?" The security man asked harshly, sizing Elvis up from head to toe. Elvis's simple clothing made Mrs. Reyker's accusation believable. "I'm here to do a transaction inside the bank!" Elvis declared firmly, not giving in to the pressure around him. "This isn't a public bank, and your kind doesn't come here. You can just turn back and leave now before everything gets out of hand!" The security spoke with disgust in his voice. "You can shamelessly do as you're told, loser!" Selena yelled. Just as Elvis opened his mouth to speak, an elegantly dressed lady spoke from behind the security. "What's happening here?" Her voice rang with authority. It was obvious Mrs. Reyker's display had gotten her attention. The security immediately bowed their heads as the lady approached. "Sorry, ma'am...we have a situation here with this beggar, but it's nothing serious...he was about to leave!" The head security explained, signaling Elvis to leave. The lady turned to Elvis and questioned, "Who are you, Mr., and why are you making a nuisance in front of such a prestigious institution? You better have a good explanation, or I'll call the police on you!"
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Elvis's fingers instinctively brushed against the ring on his finger, and a sudden jolt ran through him. It was as if the metal vibrated with an otherworldly energy, drawing his gaze like a magnet. The stone, though unseen, seemed to call to him, its presence resonating deep within his chest. A shiver danced down his spine as realization dawned – the stone was the key to harnessing his power. Without it, the torrent within him would remain untamed.Just then, Mr. Johnson's booming voice interrupted the silence. "I'm glad you've decided to accept my offer, Elvis. You've saved my life, and I'd be honored to have you around my family. Your energy is... refreshing." The patriarch's eyes sparkled with genuine warmth, and Elvis's lips curved into a polite smile."Thank you," he murmured, the words barely audible over the turmoil brewing inside him. As he met Mr. Johnson's gaze, Elvis's mind whirled with the weight of the stone's significance. His fingers tightened around the ring, the coo
