Embracing Wealth: The Exceptional Raymond Lawson

Chapter 5

His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the screen.

He instinctively took a step back. “This… this has to be a mistake.”

Malisa, standing beside him, leaned in slightly to confirm the balance for herself.

Immediately her eyes widened, but she quickly masked her surprise with a composed smile. 

 “There won't be any mistakes, Mr. Raymond."

Raymond leaned back, his mind racing. 

That woman hadn't lied. He was indeed wealthy, so it meant that what she said about his past might be true…

But why did he lose his memory? What happened to him? Was there any conspiracy behind this?

His eyes narrowed. He would find these things out and take back everything that belonged to him!

Then Raymond glanced at Malisa, gave her a brief nod. “Thanks for stepping in back there. I wasn’t expecting things to get that out of hand.”

Malisa offered a polite smile, her tone light yet professional. “It was no big deal, Mr. Raymond. They were completely out of line, and the situation needed to be handled.” Her eyes glinted with a mix of respect and curiosity. “Besides, ensuring our most important clients are treated with the dignity they deserve is part of my job.”

 At that moment Malisa glanced at him, her voice becoming more conversational. 

“Actually, there’s something I wanted to mention. This evening, the bank is hosting a charity dinner and auction. It’s a relatively relaxed event, and I thought it might be a good opportunity for us to talk further in a less formal setting.”

Raymond raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her casual tone. “A charity dinner?”

Malisa nodded. “Yes. And while the dinner itself is more about networking, the auction does feature a few rare items. Who knows? You might find something interesting.”

Raymond’s interest in social events was minimal at best. He wanted to reject it when his eyes caught a glimpse of the open tablet in her hand. 

A list of auction items was displayed on the screen. Though he wasn’t particularly curious, his eyes instinctively scanned the images.

Then he saw it.

A simple ring appeared among the images, its intricate patterns catching his attention immediately. 

Something about it tugged at him—a vague, indescribable pull that made his chest tighten. Immediately he froze, his gaze lingering on the image.

Without being told he could tell it wasn’t just a piece of jewelry. 

He couldn’t explain it, but something about it felt familiar, significant. He was sure that it must have something to do with his past life.

Without any hesitation, he straightened, his decision made. “Alright,” he said finally, his voice steady. “I’ll attend.”

Twenty minutes later.

A sleek car came to a halt in front of the entrance of the grand banquet hall, Raymond stepped out, straightening his clothes.

Behind Raymond, Malisa remained in the car, her phone pressed to her ear as she handled an urgent call.

However Raymond barely had a chance to take in the elegant crowd milling about when a familiar voice called out, sharp and laced with disbelief.

“Raymond?”

Hearing his name he turned, his expression calm but cold as Dahlia stood a few steps away, her eyes wide with shock. 

Beside her, was Caleb. 

“What are you doing here?”

 Dahlia asked, her voice cutting through the gentle hum of chatter around them. “Are you… following me?”

Immediately Raymond raised an eyebrow, “Why would I?”

Dahlia’s shock quickly turned to anger.

 “Don’t lie. You have no reason to be here.” 

Immediately Caleb stepped forward, his grin widening. 

“Ah, the infamous Raymond,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

 “Dahlia told me all about your little stunt with the black card. Fraud, wasn’t it? Trying to pass yourself off as someone important?”

Raymond met his gaze with an impassive stare, refusing to rise to the bait.

Dahlia’s expression hardened. “Raymond, how could you do something so reckless? All because of the divorce? Have you really fallen this far?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Raymond said flatly, not wanting to waste any more time on explaining himself to someone who wouldn’t want to trust him.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” Dahlia shot back, her voice rising. 

“That black card. You stole it , didn’t you? Or got involved in some scam to make a false one! And you even got the information that I would be attending this event so you came here too, just to impress me and make me regret divorcing you, right? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? You could ruin yourself—if you haven’t already!”

“Dahlia,” Raymond said, frowning, his tone icy, “don’t flatter yourself. It has nothing to do with you.”