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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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
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