2025-01-20 14:18:11Dahlia’s mother and sister stood in stunned silence, their faces pale.
The weight of Malisa’s words hit them like a hammer, shattering their arrogance into fragments.
“Revoked?” Dahlia’s mother stammered, her voice trembling. “you can’t do this,” Dahlia’s sister sputtered, her earlier sneer replaced by wide-eyed disbelief. Her voice cracked, but Malisa’s icy glare stopped her from saying more.
Malisa’s lips curled into a faint, cold smile. “I already have.”
The scene felt heavier as the gravity of their loss sank in. Membership at this bank wasn’t just about convenience—it was a symbol of status, of power, and losing it was a blow that would echo across their social and business lives.
For a family that thrived on connections and reputation, this was devastation.
“Madam, please—” Dahlia’s mother begged, her voice faltering, but Malisa’s icy gaze froze her mid-sentence.
“Don’t waste my time,” Malisa said sharply, cutting her off. “You’ve already wasted enough of it.”
Dahlia’s sister glanced at her mother, panic flickering in her eyes. Her lips parted as if to say something, but the lump in her throat refused to let the words out.
Knowing they had no choice, Dahlia’s mother swallowed hard, her trembling hands smoothing the creases in her coat. “We’ll leave,” she muttered, barely managing to keep her voice steady.
Her daughter followed close behind, her face flushed with humiliation.
As they exited the bank, Dahlia’s mother’s composure finally cracked. Her hands balled into fists, and her eyes blazed with anger.
“That bastard,” she hissed. “I swear, he’s going to pay for this. Just wait. When the bank staff finds out what a fraud he is, they’ll arrest him.And when they do, the consequences will be much worse than anything we’ve faced today!”
Her daughter nodded in agreement, her voice bitter.
“Let him have his moment. It won’t last.”
Leaving the bank completely, Dahlia’s mother wasted no time pulling out her phone. She must let her daughter know what her pathetic ex-husband had done.
Her lips twisted into a feigned expression of pain as she called her daughter.
“Dahlia,” she said, her voice trembling with false emotion.
“You won’t believe what just happened. Raymond, that bastard — he hit me. Right here in the bank!”
“What?!”
Dahlia’s voice carried a hint of disbelief.
“Yes!” her mother continued, her tone rising.
“And that’s not all. He’s gotten himself involved with some theft and fraud gangs. He’s carrying around a fake black card, pretending to be someone he’s not. It’s disgraceful! And because of him, the bank staff banned us from doing business there!”
Dahlia fell silent on the other end, the weight of her mother’s accusations sinking in.
“I just… I can’t believe he would sink this low,” her mother said, her voice cracking dramatically.
“Dahlia. You need to do something.”
“I will,” Dahlia said curtly, her voice clipped.
“I’ll handle it.”
Minutes later, Raymond’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and his jaw tightened when he saw Dahlia’s name.
However he hesitated for a moment before answering.
“Raymond,” Dahlia’s voice came through, sharp and filled with accusation.
“What the hell are you doing? I just got a call from my mother. She told me everything—how you hit her, how you’ve joined some fraud ring, and how you’re walking around with a fake black card trying to scam money from the bank! Do you have any idea what you’re doing to yourself and my reputation?”
At that moment Raymond’s hand clenched around the phone. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to remain calm even as frustration boiled within him.
He couldn't believe Dahlia would just listen to one sided story, and believed her mother.
Immediately Raymond exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin. “Let me make this very clear,” he said, his voice icy. “I didn’t hit your mother. I didn’t join any fraud ring.”
With that, he ended the call, his grip on the phone tightening for a moment before he placed it back in his pocket.
On the other end, Dahlia stared at her phone, her emotions swirling in a mix of shock, anger, and confusion. She had never heard Raymond speak to her so coldly before.
However she hadn't got much time to quarrel with him now.
She needed to attend a charity event with Caleb soon, where she would be able to link up with the top individuals in the city and it would be a great benefit to her business.
Pushing the thoughts of Raymond aside, she forced a composed smile and walked out to join Caleb, decided to confront Raymond and get to the bottom of everything later.
At the same time, Malisa led Raymond through the bank’s quiet corridors and entered a VIP Room, she opened it with a slight bow, gesturing for him to step inside.
The decor of the room was minimalist yet intimidatingly luxurious. At the center stood a reinforced ATM machine encased in a sleek security frame. With a swipe of her keycard, Malisa unlocked the system, gesturing for Raymond to step forward.
“Please, Mr. Raymond,” she said with practiced professionalism. “You may check your card here.This is a special terminal exclusive for our highest level client.”
Raymond hesitated, glancing at her, then at the machine.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly entered his birthday as the password.
Then the screen blinked, processing for a moment before displaying the balance.
$1,080,998,854,600 !
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The man on the rooftop did not move again, not immediately, and for a long, suspended stretch of seconds, Raymond simply held that distant gaze, refusing to be the one who looked away first, refusing to grant even that small concession to whatever silent test the moment seemed to represent. The pressure of the stranger's presence remained constant throughout, vast and unhurried, settling over the warehouse lot like weather rather than threat, and Raymond found himself cataloguing it carefully, memorizing its particular quality the way he might memorize the shape of a blade before deciding how best to counter it.Then, without warning, without any visible gesture or shift in posture that might have explained it, the man was simply gone.Not retreated. Not descended. Gone, in the way that candle flame is gone the instant breath passes over it, leaving the rooftop as empty and unremarkable as if no one had ever stood there at all.Raymond exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easi
Chapter 461
The man on the rooftop did not move again, not immediately, and for a long, suspended stretch of seconds, Raymond simply held that distant gaze, refusing to be the one who looked away first, refusing to grant even that small concession to whatever silent test the moment seemed to represent. The pressure of the stranger's presence remained constant throughout, vast and unhurried, settling over the warehouse lot like weather rather than threat, and Raymond found himself cataloguing it carefully, memorizing its particular quality the way he might memorize the shape of a blade before deciding how best to counter it.Then, without warning, without any visible gesture or shift in posture that might have explained it, the man was simply gone.Not retreated. Not descended. Gone, in the way that candle flame is gone the instant breath passes over it, leaving the rooftop as empty and unremarkable as if no one had ever stood there at all.Raymond exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easi
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His phone rang. He answered it without looking away from the two broken operatives at his feet. "Raymond," Melissa's voice said, steady, deliberate. "I'm just calling to let you know. My grandfather's brother is being buried today. Given everything we discussed, I'm fairly certain his old associates will be there. You'll likely see some of them yourself. Are you coming?" Something in Raymond's expression sharpened at the question, the strategic weight of it settling into place immediately. "I'll come," he said. "We've already decided to take the war to them. You have nothing to worry about. I'll be there." Melissa did not respond with anything beyond a quiet acknowledgment, and a moment later, the call ended. Raymond lowered the phone slowly, looking down again at Tobias and Ren, turning over the full weight of what their presence here actually meant. Black had been strong. Melissa's grandfather's brother had been strong as well, strong enough to warrant real caution before
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Raymond saw the attack coming straight at him. He just smiled. It was not the smile of a man confident in some clever trick, nor the smile of someone taunting an opponent for theatrical effect. It was quieter than that, almost private, the smile of a man who had spent so long calculating exactly how much of himself he needed to reveal in any given fight that the rare moment of simply letting go, of answering overwhelming force with the full, unguarded truth of his own strength, had become its own small pleasure, separate from the violence surrounding it. He caught the attack with one hand. Tobias's strike, rebuilt from whatever reserves he had managed to claw back after being driven to the floor minutes earlier, carried behind it the full, concentrated weight of a technique meant to end fights outright, a technique that had, by his own account, succeeded four times before against opponents who had no answer for it. It met Raymond's open palm and simply stopped, arrested mid-motion a
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The shockwave from the collision rolled outward through the warehouse in a visible ripple, dust and loose debris thrown outward from the point of impact like water displaced by a dropped stone, and for a moment, both Raymond and Tobias stood locked against each other, neither yielding, the air between them still humming with the aftershock of forces neither ordinary steel nor ordinary flesh had been designed to withstand.Raymond felt it first in his forearms, a deep, bone-level ache where he had intercepted Tobias's strike, followed almost immediately by a colder, more unsettling sensation spreading outward from the point of contact, as though whatever technique Tobias had gathered carried with it something beyond simple kinetic force, something that sought to settle into the body and disrupt it from within.He broke the lock deliberately, stepping back and exhaling sharply, forcing the strange, creeping cold outward through controlled breath, a technique of his own cultivated across
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