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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Raymond shook his head, and the way he did it was not the shake of someone who is considering or weighing or leaving any door open for negotiation. It was the shake of someone who has already closed every door and is simply communicating that fact.“No,” he said, and he said it the way a person says a word when the word is the complete and entire sentence. “That is not going to happen.”He looked at Damian Brooks with the kind of steadiness that does not require raising a voice or tightening a jaw because the weight behind it is real enough to carry itself.“You were the one that started all of this,” Raymond said. “Not Megan. Not me. You. You walked into this room this morning like nobody in here had the right to breathe without your permission. You stood in front of these people and you made noise and you threw your weight around and you acted like your connection to this school was something that nobody could touch. You did all of that yourself. Nobody forced you.”His eyes did no
Chapter 226
Something shifted in the room.Not dramatically. Not with the sudden and collective quality of a crowd that has received a clear signal. But with the gradual and settling quality of people who are listening to something that has the ring of a position that is not going to move, and are adjusting their understanding of the morning accordingly.“Your daughter,” Raymond continued, and his voice remained level throughout with the specific and controlled evenness of someone who has thought about what they are about to say and has decided it needs to be said completely and without qualification, “will answer for every documented incident. The bullying. The assault. The fifteen cases that this institution chose to bury rather than address because addressing them was inconvenient for the relationships that mattered to the people making the decisions.”He looked at Damian Brooks with the direct and final quality of someone arriving at the thing they most need to say.“And the blackmail,” he sa
Chapter 225
The room watched Damian Brooks begin to clap with the collective and stunned disbelief of people witnessing something they have assigned to the category of things that do not happen, and the dropping of jaws was not metaphorical this time but the actual and involuntary physical response of people whose faces have received information that their expectations had no category for.This man.This man who had stood at the center of the morning like a weather system, generating pressure and heat and the kind of atmospheric force that bends everything in its vicinity toward its own priorities, this man who had deployed his standing and his connections and the full considerable weight of his accumulated influence with the confident and practiced ease of someone who has never had genuine reason to doubt that the deployment would produce the desired result, was standing in front of Raymond and clapping.Slowly.Deliberately.With the visible and almost painful effort of someone doing something
Chapter 224
The Chancellor stood with his hand still supporting Damian Brooks' arm and shook his head with the slow and genuine quality of someone who is not performing surprise because they have moved past the point where performance is available to them.“I am as shocked as you are,” he said, and the words came out with the flat and unvarnished honesty of someone who has nothing left to construct around the truth. “I don't know him. Not really. Not in the way that would have told me this was possible.”He looked toward Raymond with the expression of someone revising an entire history of assessment in real time.“I knew something was different about him,” he said quietly, more to himself than to the man beside him, with the retrospective and slightly helpless quality of someone connecting dots that were always there but whose pattern only becomes visible from the perspective of having arrived at its conclusion. “Something in the way he carried himself. Something in the way he was never afraid
Chapter 223
Madam Veronica now standing at the edge of the gathering with the expression of someone experiencing a very specific kind of cognitive disruption, the kind that comes not from confusion about what is happening but from the inability to reconcile what is happening with everything you believed you knew about the person at the center of it.She knew Raymond.She had known Raymond across the length of his time with her, had formed her assessments of him through the ordinary accumulation of observation and interaction and the thousand small and unremarkable moments that constitute knowing a person in an academic context. And in all of that knowing, across all of that accumulated time and observation, nothing had suggested this.Nothing had pointed toward this.The money alone was staggering to contemplate. The acquisition of an institution of this scale and this standing was not a transaction that happened at the level of even significant personal wealth. It was a transaction that happened
Chapter 222
He paused for a fraction of a second that had the weight of something much longer."What you have just said," he continued with the quiet and precise force of someone delivering a verdict, "about this student, about the integrity of her achievements, about the nature of her relationship with this institution, is false. It is comprehensively, deliberately, and I believe knowingly false. And you have said it in front of a room full of people in order to damage something that you have no right to touch."His voice remained level throughout with the specific and controlled evenness of someone who has decided that the most powerful thing available to them in this moment is restraint."But since you want to know," he said, and something shifted almost imperceptibly in his tone, moving from the corrective into something that had the quality of an arrival, a moment that has been moving toward this point since before anyone in the room was aware it was moving, "since you have asked directly an
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