Richard Valkar’s Dominance Has Come

Chapter 8

“I’m sorry, Ms Delilah,” he said, his heart heavy with regret. “I was unable to get his contact information especially after I had disrespectfully doubted his skills.”

Delilah nodded thoughtfully, “It’s fine doc, I understand.”

She knew that she’d do the same if she were in Ben’s shoes; it was naturally unbelievable that a young man could surpass the legendary Dr Ben’s expertise.

“Thank you doc,” she said. Atleast, she’s now got a chance to cure her grandfather.

“I’ll handle it,” she added confidently before hanging up. Without wasting any more time, she decided to meet the remarkable young doctor through the Vester family herself.

On the other hand, Richard finished his luxurious, sumptuous meal and proceeded to leave the restaurant.

He stepped outside, feeling pleasantly full when his phone buzzed. He quickly answered after seeing it was Sir Wilson.

“Hey son! Are you out of town yet?”

“No, uncle..”

“Good!” he happily said. “Why don’t you come stay with me for the night?”

Richard bit his lower lips lightly, wanting to decline the offer. He knew that staying over at the villa meant risking another sour encounter with Lydia.

And he was more than eager to avoid that.

“Sir, I appreciate it, but I’m not sure staying over at the villa is a good idea.”

“Nonsense!” Sir Wilson’s laughter filled the line. “The villa is your home too. Come on, make your old man happy.”

Richard sighed as he began to feel emotionally compelled to agree.

“Alright sir,” he finally said, unable to refuse. “I’ll come.”

After exchanging a few more words, Richard decided to head to the villa. And some minutes later, he arrived.

Upon arriving, Richard met Lydia and Lady Wilson in the living room. “Hello,” he greeted politely.

Lydia’s lips curled into a smirk, “You’re back again? Did you miss your way?” she arrogantly asked with a condescending gaze.

Lady Wilson joined in, pretending to smile sweetly. “How.. lovely to see you here again, Richard,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

They exchanged glances and laughed shortly as if mocking him.

Just then, Sir Wilson entered the room. “Hey! I'm glad you agreed to come,” he said warmly, tapping Richard’s shoulder.

“Of course,” Richard smiled.

“Lydia, you should take Richard with you to your friend’s party tomorrow,” Lord Wilson said.

Her expression fell. She opened her mouth to protest, but after seeing her father’s expectant gaze, she hesitated.

She forced a tight smile and nodded. “Fine,” she said reluctantly, “I’ll take him.”

Sir Wilson was not planning to give up on developing the relationship between Lydia and Richard anytime soon.

Lydia glared at Richard and rolled her eyes, but then her expression quickly changed into a smile as a thought crossed her mind.

Since she didn’t have a choice but to accept her father’s request, she planned to humiliate Richard tomorrow.

She really needed to let him understand the huge difference between their status, she thought. Maybe when she taught him an unforgettable lesson, he’d give up on pursuing her.

The following day, Richard prepared to go to Fern bank to withdraw some money to buy the herbs he’d need for Sir Morrigan’s treatments.

Fern bank was the issuer of the black card Sia had given Richard just before he left the Clinic.

On getting to the living room, he met Sir Wilson.

“Good morning, son!” He smiled warmly, “Are you going somewhere?”

“Good morning! Yes, I need to go to Fern bank.”

“Fern?”

Richard nodded.

“That’s great! Lydia is also going to deal with some business in Fern. She’s preparing already so you should go together,” he happily suggested.

“Uhm…” Before Richard could object, Sir Wilson left to make arrangements for their trip.

Neither of them wanted each other’s company but there was little to nothing they could do, especially with Sir Wilson involved.

The drive was quiet and Richard couldn’t have loved it more, until Lydia began to taunt him as expected.

She began by hissing very loudly, her eyes sweeping over him with disdain. “Even if you’re poor, can’t you at least afford to dress very classy?”

“Oh my bad! I forgot that spending a couple thousand dollars on an outfit would wreck you for months,” she said and chuckled.

“Instead of wasting money on renting luxury cars and actors, pretending to be wealthier than you are, why not spend the money on nice outfits?”

Richard sighed and ignored, unwilling to engage her.

“How come we’re even going to the same place? I mean, let’s be honest, you’re not exactly Fern Bank material. Do you know what it takes to get in there?”

She paused, enjoying the chance to flaunt her knowledge.

“Not just anyone can go through their doors. To even be considered, you’d need assets worth at least a hundred million dollars!”

she exclaimed and turned slightly to look at him, expecting to see some hint of surprise at the mention of such a huge sum of money.

But Richard remained perfectly composed, his expression blank as if her words meant nothing.

Her brows furrowed slightly and she was quite disappointed. But she thought he must be trying to just put up an act.

“I’m sure your poor wretched self doesn't have even a thousand dollars to your name,” she added.

But he still ignored her. He overlooked her rudeness only because of her father as usual.

Despite keeping quiet, Richard’s calm silence seemed to piss Lydia off more.

“God! I just hate you so much,” she frowned. “Keep pretending to be uninterested, it won’t work.”

When she realized they were a few minutes away from the bank, she made sure to warn him fervently.

“If you know what’s good for you, you better not try to enter this bank and embarrass yourself… and do not try to follow me in!”

She didn’t want to be implicated when he’s thrown out as it was inevitable.

Richard didn’t want to be with her either and was more than willing to part with her.

So he waited until five minutes after she went in before entering alone.

As he stepped inside, one of the bank employees immediately approached him with a dismissive glance.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re no longer taking applications for janitors,” she said, her tone barely masking her dismissal.

”You can check back in some months time,” she concluded.

To her, his appearance alone was enough to reveal his purpose for coming to their bank.

Richard didn’t say anything, unwilling to waste his time on pointless exchanges. He was not new to being treated this way, so he expected it.

He calmly pulled out his black card, and held it up. “Here.”

The young woman’s eyes widened as she processed the card in her mind, her professional composure slipping immediately, “That’s… the Supreme black card! I– I–“

Her expression shifted from disdain to shock in an instant, and she began to stutter, “I– I didn’t realize.. I’m sorry sir.”

She quickly bowed, her voice flustered. “Please forgive me, sir. I’m truly sorry.. I’m extremely sorry, sir!”