2025-01-20 14:15:47The security guards, tall and imposing in their uniforms, approached quickly.
At that moment one of them stepped forward, his expression neutral but authoritative.
“Sir, we’ve received a report of an assault. I need you to come with us.”
Raymond raised his hands slightly, showing him the card, his voice steady.
“I didn’t assault anyone. I’m here to conduct business at this bank.”
Seeing the card in his hand, the security guard was shocked and stopped immediately.
“A Supreme Black Card?” his eyes widened, skepticism clear in his tone. “Is this true?”
This was the highest level card in this bank and this was the first time that he had ever seen it in person.
But when looking at Raymond again, he hesitated. He didn’t look like a man who could own such a card at all.
At this moment, Dahlia’s mother’s laughter rang out, sharp and cutting through the air like a blade.
“Oh come on, stop lying! The supreme black card belongs to the most powerful people in the world. Do you really think anyone’s going to believe that’s yours?” she said, her voice dripping with scorn.
Raymond’s cold gaze locked onto hers.
“Believe it or not. It’s none of your business,” he said, his voice steady.
“Oh, please! Look at you. A waiter. A nobody. Do you even realize what holding a card like that implies? It screams fraud!” Dahlia's sister snickered.
“And thank God Dahlia finally got rid of you. Imagine the embarrassment if she were still tied to you when this comes out.”
At that moment Dahlia’s mother turned sharply, gesturing to the security guard again.
“ This man is pretending to own a Supreme Black Card. What are you waiting for? Arrest him before he causes more trouble!”
Immediately the guard approached again. Compared to Raymond, Dahlia’s mother clearly looked much more like the client of this bank.
And after hearing what she said about Raymond’ job, he was quite sure that Raymond was just a swindler now.
“You loser,” the guard sneered, his voice laced with mock authority. “Hand over the card. I’m sure the police would love to know how you got it.”
Dahlia’s sister crossed her arms, her smirk curling into something even more malicious. “Honestly, it’s pathetic. A fraud trying to pass himself off as someone important? How desperate can you get?”
At that moment the guard puffed out his chest, emboldened by Dahlia's mother and sister, and reached for the card. “Let’s not make this harder than it needs to be,” he said smugly. “Just hand it over and spare yourself the humiliation.”
“I’m not handing anything over,” Raymond said evenly,standing his ground.
“Then you’re asking for trouble, you bastard!” the guard shot back, grabbed Raymond’s collar by force.
Raymond’s eyes darkened, and when he was about to resist, the heavy glass doors of the bank swung open with a sharp thud.
“Let go of your hand, you stupid thing!”
The sound silenced the scene immediately, and every head turned toward the entrance.
The senior director of the bank Malisa went out, her commanding presence instantly filling the space.
Her tailored suit hugged her frame perfectly, and her sharp heels clicked against the polished floor as she strode forward.
Her gaze fixated on the card in Raymond’s hand and her heart raced. ‘The Supreme Black Card.’
That wasn’t just any black card.
It was one of the legendary Supreme Black Cards—an exclusive symbol of global power, wealth, and influence.
Only nine existed, entrusted to the world’s most elite figures. To see one here, in the hands of a man who appeared so unassuming, was unthinkable.
The security guard tried to explain, his tone dripping with caution. “Ma’am, this man was trying to swindle-”
“Shut up!” Malisa’s voice cut through the scene like a blade, sharp and icy. She marched toward the guard and slapped him hard, her eyes blazing with fury.
The guard stumbled back, clutching his face.
“You’re fired. Leave. Now.”
The guard paled, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form a protest, but Malisa’s sharp gaze left no room for argument. He stumbled away, humiliated, as the crowd watched in stunned silence.
Dahlia’s mother, however, refused to back down, believing there must be a mistake somewhere. “You must be mistaken,” she said, her voice rising with indignation. “This man is a fraud! He has no business holding that card, let alone being here.”
“Exactly,” Dahlia’s sister chimed in. “It’s an insult to your institution to let someone like him through the doors.”
Malisa turned to them, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Enough,” she said coldly, her voice freezing the room.
“You seem to misunderstand the gravity of your actions,” Malisa continued, her tone sharp. “Your baseless accusations and blatant disrespect are not only unfounded but deeply offensive. And I will not tolerate it.”
Dahlia’s mother opened her mouth to speak, but Malisa cut her off, her voice unyielding. “As of this moment, your membership with this bank is revoked.”
“What?” Dahlia’s mother shrieked, her face flushing with outrage. “You can’t do that!”
“Oh, I can,” Malisa replied, her voice like ice. “And I am. Furthermore, your qualifications to conduct any business with this bank are permanently canceled. You will no longer be welcome here.”
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