THE SUPREME NATHAN THORNS (The City's god)

Chapter 2

Nathan wasted no time and hurried to Narvo Bank, the Gold card burning in his pocket. His heart pounded—not from excitement, but from the lingering sting of betrayal. But he needed answers, mostly at the moment.

As he approached the grand entrance of Narvo Bank, he barely had time to take in the opulent surroundings before two familiar figures stepped in his path.

Natalia’s mother, Thelma, and her younger sister, Joyce.

Sighting him, their eyes gleamed with something far less polished—contempt.

Thelma sneered, her red lips curling in disgust. “What the heck are you doing here, good-for-nothing?”

Joyce cackled, flipping her sleek brown hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please tell me you’re lost. This isn’t some rundown café, you know.”

Nathan clenched his fists but remained silent.

“Ah,” Thelma gasped dramatically. “Maybe he came to see us to beg Natalia to take him back. How pitiful.”

Joyce snorted, linking her arm with her mother’s. “If that’s the case, then he’s even dumber than we thought. My sister finally got her senses back and dumped you pathetic trash.”

“You’re right, my dear.” Thelma nodded approvingly. “Natalia deserves the best, not some useless freeloader who drags her down.”

Nathan exhaled, his patience thinning.

“I’m not here for Natalia,” he finally said, his voice even. “I have my own reason for being here.”

That sent Joyce into another round of laughter. “Oh? And what possible reason could you have for stepping foot into the prestigious Narvo Bank?”

Thelma scoffed, eyeing him like he was an insect beneath her designer heels. “Do you even have a bank account here? This place isn’t for people like you, twerp!”

With a smirk, she reached into her purse and flashed a bronze card, waving her card in his face.

“See? A bronze card! It requires a deposit of at least one million! James helped us secure it. A real man knows how to take care of a family. But you?” She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re nothing. You're not even qualified to be a cleaner in this place.”

Nathan’s jaw tightened. He knew what those cards meant. Narvo Bank was the largest financial institution in the country.

 Even their basic bronze card required a minimum deposit of one million. The higher the level, the greater the wealth. Owning a Narvo card wasn’t just about banking—it was about status.

“Believe whatever you want,” he said coolly. “I’m not here for you.”

Joyce rolled her eyes. “Then do us a favor and get lost.”

Thelma crossed her arms, looking down at him. “Yes, before someone sees you and assumes the bank lets just anyone in.”

They laughed cruelly, their voices ringing in his ears.

Nathan had no intention of wasting time on a meaningless quarrel. He exhaled slowly, took out the black card in his pocket and stepped forward, intent on entering the bank.

However, Thelma

and Joyce froze immediately as they saw the card in Nathan's hand.

“The Supreme Gold Card? !”

    

Thelma’s face twisted in horror. Her hand flew to her mouth as though she had witnessed something blasphemous.

“You son of a gun,” she seethed. “I know exactly what happened—you picked it up from some careless fool and decided to parade it around like it’s yours.

Or worse, you stole it!”

Joyce quickly jumped in, her voice laced with venom. 

“That’s right! Do you even understand what this card is? This is the highest level of card at Narvo Bank! The people who own this are among the most powerful in the world! You—” she let out a sharp, mocking laugh—“could never have it.”

Nathan frowned, his patience wearing thin. “ I didn’t—”

“Guards!” Thelma’s voice sliced through his protest like a whip.

A tall, burly security guard in a crisp navy uniform marched toward them.

“Ma’am?” he asked, stiffening into attention.

Thelma pointed a perfectly manicured finger at Nathan. “This nasty man is a thief! He stole a Supreme Gold card, and I demand that you take him away immediately!”

Joyce folded her arms, nodding in agreement. “He’s a chronic thief. Desperate, pathetic, and now resorting to fraud.”

The security guard turned to Nathan, his expression darkening with disgust. “Stealing from Narvo Bank? You must be insane,” he sneered. “How shameless can you get?”

Nathan’s jaw clenched. “I haven’t committed any crime. I came here to check my balance, that’s all.”

The security guard barked out a cruel laugh. “Your balance? What, five dollars?” He turned to Thelma and Joyce, grinning. “Ladies, don’t worry. I’ll make sure this lowlife doesn’t get away with this.”

Nathan barely had time to react before the guard grabbed his wrist.

“Let go of me.” His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with quiet fury.

“Oh, you’ll let go once we drag you out.” The security guard turned, gesturing toward the entrance. “Boys! Get over here!”

Several other security personnel rushed forward, ready to seize him.

Just as they reached out, a sharp voice cut through the chaos.

“Stop.”

The entire lobby stilled. Heads turned toward the entrance as a woman strode forward with effortless grace.

She was mesmerizing.

Thick, dark curls framed a flawless face, her high cheekbones and full lips accentuated by the soft glow of the bank’s chandelier lights.

But it was her eyes—piercing and intelligent—that held power. She exuded a quiet dominance, her tailored black dress hugging her curvy figure with elegance.

The security guard’s arrogance crumbled in an instant. His throat bobbed as he stiffened.

“H-Hello, ma’am,” he stammered.

  

Taylor—the Head Manager of Narvo Bank—didn’t even glance at the trembling security guard. Her gaze was locked onto Nathan. More precisely, onto the Supreme Gold card in his hand.

Her lips parted slightly.

There were only nine of these cards in existence.

And Nathan was holding one.

“Ms. Taylor,” the security guard began nervously. “This man is a—”

Before he could finish, Taylor’s palm cracked across his face.

The force sent his head tilting to the side.

Gasps echoed through the lobby.

Nathan blinked.

Taylor’s voice was icy.

“You dare disrespect a Supreme Gold cardholder? Are you crazy?!”