2025-01-20 14:14:18Staring 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 towards Sky High Bank.
Not long after he arrived.
As he approached the glass doors, a sharp voice cut through the air.
“Well, if it isn’t Raymond.” a familiar voice sneered.
He turned to see Dahlia’s mother and younger sister stepping out from inside the bank and looking at him with disdain.
“You must have really hit rock bottom if you’re here this quickly,” her sister said with a smirk.
“What are you doing at a place like this? Looking for a loan?”
Raymond straightened, his jaw tightening.
“I’m here for my own reasons,” he said evenly.
Dahlia’s mother let out a laugh, her perfectly manicured nails glinting in the sunlight as she gestured dismissively.
“Your reasons? Who are you trying to deceive, we know you came here to beg for a loan.”
Immediately Dahlia's sister chimed in, her tone dripping with mock sympathy.
“Honestly, we’re just glad she’s free of you now. You were always a burden. ”
Raymond glanced at her, his hands tightening into fists at his sides.
“ I’m here to conduct business at this bank. Please just get out of my way. ”
Hearing what Raymond just said, Dahlia’s mother let out a cold laugh, her disdain cutting through the air.
“Business? You? At this bank?” She exchanged a mocking glance with her daughter before turning back to Raymond.
“Do you even know where you are? This is Sky High Bank, the largest bank in the country. People like you don’t belong here.”
Her daughter chimed in, her tone dripping with arrogance.
“And do you even know what it takes to have an account here? Even a basic bronze card requires a deposit of at least one million.”
She leaned closer, her smirk widening.
“Owning a card here is a status symbol. But you?” She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re nothing. You're not even qualified to be a cleaner in this place.”
At that moment Dahlia's mother brought out her bronze card and showed it off to Raymond.
“You see this?Celeb helped us get it. He’s much better than you. And I’m so glad that my daughter has chosen him over you.”
Raymond sneered, not caring about what card they had at all.
He didn’t want to waste any more time with them, reached into his pocket and pulled out the black card Sophia had given him earlier, planning to get into the bank directly.
However, Dahlia’s mother and sister froze immediately as they saw the card in Raymond's hand.
“The Supreme Black Card? !”
Dahlia’s mother exclaimed with shock.
Raymond’s grip tightened on the card as Dahlia’s mother lunged forward, her hand reaching for his. “That card doesn’t belong to you!” she snapped, her voice shrill.
Immediately Raymond stepped back instinctively, keeping the card out of her reach.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone calm.
“You can’t have that card . You’ve stolen it, haven’t you?! ”
“It’s not stolen,” he said simply.
Dalia’s mother scoffed, clearly didn’t believe what he said. Immediately she lunged again, her movements frantic and uncoordinated.
Raymond dodged her grasp, but in the struggle, she lost her balance. Her heel slipped against the floor, and she went down with a loud thud.
Seeing what just happened, a gasp escaped her daughter’s lips as she rushed to her mother’s side.
“Mom! Are you okay?”
Dahlia’s mother winced, holding her ankle, her face twisted in pain. “You—” she pointed a trembling finger at Raymond, her voice filled with venom. “You attacked me!”
Raymond blinked in disbelief.
“I didn’t touch you. You fell on your own.”
But his words fell on deaf ears. Dahlia’s sister had started barking orders to the nearby security guards.
“Arrest him! He just hurt my mother!”
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
Chapter 292
Melissa was quiet for a long moment after Raymond finished speaking.She was looking at him, but her eyes had the distant quality of someone who is simultaneously present in the conversation and somewhere else entirely—somewhere inside her own memory, moving through years of accumulated impressions, testing what Raymond had said against everything she knew about her uncle and finding the collision between the two deeply uncomfortable.Because she knew Raymond was serious.She knew he was not the kind of person who said things for effect, who exaggerated for drama, who built accusations out of nothing. She had seen enough of him by now to understand that when Raymond spoke with that particular quiet certainty, it was because he had a foundation beneath his words that he trusted absolutely.But she also knew her uncle.Or believed she did.She thought about him—the real, specific, human version of him that she had grown up alongside. Not the abstract figure that Raymond's words were pai
Chapter 291
Melissa's eyes searched his face, trying to catch up with where his mind had already gone."Things are making sense?" she repeated, her voice carrying the particular frustration of someone standing just outside a room where a conversation is happening that directly concerns them. "What do you mean by that? What is making sense? What are you seeing that I'm not seeing?"Raymond looked at her for a moment.Then he said, "How about we do this properly."He turned slightly, putting the doors behind him completely, removing them from the immediate field of attention. Whatever was in that chamber would wait. Right now, the more important thing was the woman standing in front of him, who lived in this house, who shared space with whatever her uncle was building in the dark, and who deserved to understand the danger she was potentially standing inside of without knowing it."Melissa," he said, and his voice had shifted into something more direct, more deliberate, carrying the weight of someon
Chapter 290
Melissa stood at the threshold of the double doors and looked at Raymond with an expression that was caught somewhere between confusion and concern."So what are you actually saying?" she asked, her voice careful, measured, trying to read him the way she had learned to read people who said less than they meant. "You don't want to go in anymore? Is something wrong? Did you just change your mind all of a sudden?"Raymond turned away from the doors fully and faced her.He was quiet for a moment—not the uncomfortable quiet of someone searching for words, but the considered quiet of someone deciding how much of the truth to share and in what order. He looked at Melissa's face and read what was there. Confusion, yes. But underneath it, trust. And underneath that, the particular openness of someone who had been sensing something wrong for a long time without having the vocabulary to name it.He made his decision."I don't think you would backstab me," he said, "if I told you what I'm actuall
Chapter 289
Melissa looked at him for a moment after she nodded, and then something in her expression shifted—a small, searching quality entering her eyes as she studied his face.“So,” she said carefully, “don't you want to go in? Don't you want to check it?”Raymond did not answer immediately.He was looking at the house.Not at Melissa, not at the entrance specifically, not at any one detail in particular. He was looking at the whole of it the way it sat in the night, the way the light fell around it, the way the air near it felt against his skin. He had learned a long time ago to trust that feeling, the one that existed below conscious thought and below language, the one that did not explain itself but simply registered, like a compass needle swinging toward something it recognized.Right now, that feeling was telling him something was wrong.“Something feels off,” he said finally, his voice quiet and measured.Melissa frowned slightly. “Off how?”“I cannot pinpoint it,” Raymond said. “I can
Chapter 288
Raymond ended the call and slid the phone back into his pocket in one smooth, unhurried motion.Then he turned and looked down at Jefferson's father.The man was still on the floor, one hand braced against the cold concrete, the other pressed to the side of his swollen face. His breathing had steadied somewhat, but the damage was visible and total. His lips were puffed and split. Dark bruising had already begun to spread along his jaw and cheekbone. Blood had dried at the corner of his mouth and along his chin. His eyes, though still burning with the stubborn ember of a pride that refused to fully extinguish itself, were glassy with pain and exhaustion.He looked like a man who had walked into a storm believing himself weatherproof and had discovered, too late, that he was not.Raymond regarded him for a moment without speaking. Then he said, his voice carrying the same unhurried calm it had carried all evening:“Well. Today seems to be your lucky day.”Jefferson's father looked up at
Chapter 287
He said it simply, without drama, without cruelty. The way a man states a fact that exists independently of emotion.“I have forgiven you,” he repeated. “Absolutely nothing to worry about on that front. But forgiveness and consequence are two different things, and one does not cancel the other.”Jefferson's father stared at him, processing this, and then something shifted in his expression. The relief that had begun to form at the word forgiven collided with the reality of the second half of the sentence, and the result was a kind of desperate, scrambling hope.“If you are forgiving me,” he said quickly, pushing himself further upright, his voice gaining a fragile urgency, “then—then let me go. Just let me go. I will walk out of here and I will pretend none of this happened. None of it. I will not speak of it. I will not act on it. I will simply—”“No.”The word was not loud. It did not need to be.Raymond looked at him steadily, and his eyes carried the same calm certainty they had c
You may also like
Rise Of The Sole Heir
Estypen79.6K viewsThe rejected Son-in-law
Hunni96.9K viewsThe Unexpected Heir
Estherace86.6K viewsFrom Prison To Power
Rex Magnus70.9K viewsThe Disowned Heir's Revenge
Unique_Caramel179 viewsThe Generals Missile
Renglassi162 viewsWrath of the Forsaken Son
BERACI170 viewsThe Enigma Called Greg
Dorchester140 views