Once Broken, Now Unstoppable

Chapter 6: Scram

Chapter 6

The receptionist couldn't help but scan Thomas up and down, her well-manicured brows twitching in slight disgust.

The more she looked at him, the more she doubted whether he even had enough money to take the bus back home, let alone afford a membership. But, being a professional, she maintained a bare minimum level of respect for him, since these days no one can know when all these Timtokers are playing pranks on them to get their reactions and tarnish their store's reputation.

With a polite yet patronizing smile, she said, "Sir, our entry-level membership card is the Silver Membership Card. The handling cost is 'just' 100,000 dollars. Do you have that amount, sir? If you do, I’d be happy to process it for you."

Though her voice was smooth, there was a trace of mockery in her tone. A man dressed in ordinary, probably second-hand clothes… How could he possibly afford it? If he could then he would be able to afford better clothes, even if they are cheaper, they wouldn't smell this sweaty and look unkept.

Just as expected, Thomas shook his head.

The receptionist's lips curled into a sneer.

Oh?

Shaking his head?

Of course.

Men like this always came in thinking they could fake their way into high society, only to embarrass themselves in the end.

"Ah," she sighed, shaking her head as if she had seen this a thousand times before. "I understand, sir. You don’t have to be ashamed. Many people like you come in here thinking they can afford luxury, only to realize reality is cruel. This place was never meant for most of you."

She didn't even bother hiding the ridicule in her voice anymore as she added.

"I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t have any membership card lower than this. If you don’t have the funds, please don’t hold up the line. You can visit the tourist area instead."

At this moment, a few customers behind Thomas chuckled upon seeing such drana.

It's not everyday one gets to see drama in this high-class store.

"Hah! I knew it! Another wannabe rich guy pretending he belongs here!"

"Look at his clothes! Even my driver dresses better than that!"

"Tsk, tsk, why do these people always embarrass themselves like this? Is not like if he fake himself up here he will automatically become rich."

The receptionist was just about to call security to escort him out when Thomas suddenly let out a long sigh of helplessness upon seeing how everyone pounce on him without even giving him the moment to speak.

"No, you misunderstood."

And then—he casually reached into his pocket and pulled out a pure gold bank card.

The kind reserved for VVIP clients only.

[Author's Note: Before reaching here, he first branch to a bank to get his card.]

The kind that even millionaires could only dream of holding.

The kind that made the receptionist’s brain short-circuit for a solid five seconds.

The laughter in the room died instantly.

The receptionist's once smug expression froze in place, her lips twitching as her entire worldview collapsed upon setting eyes on it.

"I don’t want the lowest card," Thomas said lazily, tossing the golden VVIP bank card onto the counter like it was nothing more than a piece of trash.

"Give me the second-highest card instead."

BOOM!

The room went dead silent.

The customers who had been mocking him nearly choked on their own spit.

The receptionist staggered backward, gripping the counter as if the very air had been knocked out of her lungs.

The security guards who had been getting ready to escort Thomas out stood frozen, looking at each other in disbelief.

The smug young man in the back, who had just been laughing a second ago, felt his knees weaken.

A gold VVIP bank card?!

This was the kind of wealth that even top elites might not have!

The receptionist’s hands began trembling uncontrollably as she stared at Thomas with a mixture of shock, fear, and disbelief.

This… This pauper-looking man was actually a god-tier figure?!

It felt like a silent slap to her face for making such premature assumptions, and her breath hitched in her throat as she stared at the man, feeling as though the world had shifted under her feet.

Her initial smug confidence crumbled into dust, making her feel the burning humiliation of being so wrong. While her heart pounded as she thought, "What did I just say? How did I even get to this point? If he is angry with me and report me to the manager, I'm doomed!" She wanted to disappear, vanish into the ground due to fear.

"I don't have much time. Hurry up and get me the membership card," Thomas said calmly, not taking the initial look down as anything. It would be a hassle to try and deal with all these weaklings who got small powers and felt like they could bully anyone.

"G... Good Sir, the Diamond Membership card costs 25 million. Do you want..."

"Do it."

"S... Sure, sir!" the lady hastily said, fearing to provoke the man any further since he didn't even say anything about the earlier words.

With quick movements, the lady registered Thomas's identity in their database and created his card for him.

"Here's your card, sir. Since you're a VIP member of our establishment, you will receive a 30% discount on anything you buy, and you also have the right to order anything to be delivered to you anywhere in the world. You have the chance to speak with customer care anytime you wish, and your issues will be instantly solved." The lady immediately listed all the benefits of being a Diamond member, which Thomas didn't listen to as he grabbed the card from the counter along with his bank card and put it inside his pocket.

Turning around, he headed straight for the top floor to get the gift he needed to give Veronica's grandmother for her party.

Just as he stepped out of the line and turned toward the top, he saw two more figures walking toward his place—Jessica and Rex.

And instantly, the two fake-looking couples who were holding each other while giggling and talking about whatsoever saw him. The smile on their faces vanished and turned into a look of shock at seeing him in the same place they were, and finally, to anger for having him follow them up to this place.

Looking at him in his working clothes, which he hadn't even changed, and his cheap-looking bag that contained all his few clothes, Jessica felt so angry and ashamed of him that she couldn't help but walk toward him in anger and point a finger at him.

"You! What are you doing in a place meant for bigshots? Are you trying to find someone to latch onto again? You man with no shame!"

Hearing those words, Thomas's expression turned cold as he muttered a single word to her.

"Scram."