2025-02-20 16:42:39Nathan 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?!”
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Chapter 239
Braxton gave a slow nod, the kind that said he’d heard and internalized every instruction. “Understood,” he murmured, voice low and sure. He straightened, palms flat on his knees for a heartbeat, then rose, the movement soft and rehearsed. “Other than having the mechanisms for Nathan’s death prepared,” he added, leaning in a fraction, “I’m already digging his grave.”Heath’s smile sharpened into something almost approving, then the expression cooled. He folded his hands on the desk and watched Braxton with an appraising gaze. “Impressive,” he said, and the single word carried approval like a benediction. But the smile didn’t last. A tightening around his mouth told Braxton the rest of the thought hadn’t gone away.“What’s wrong?” Braxton asked, sensing the change and stepping closer, curiosity and hunger braided in his tone.Heath ground his teeth just briefly and the sound was small but hard. “Two days ago,” he said, measured, “that insolent fool—Nathan—earned another promotion at D
Chapter 238
Leo hesitated the tiniest of seconds, as if weighing whether to argue for the hotel he’d suggested, then gave a stiff nod. He slung the luggage over his shoulder and moved toward the hallway, every step measured, every breath controlled.Alaric followed, cloak-like and undeniable, his presence a shadow swallowing the light. He moved with the immaculate calm of a ruler confident he had set every piece in place. Amelia watched them go down the hallway, the sword sheathed again, the echo of Alaric’s cane, a metronome marking the way she had been ordered to live.She let out a sound that was half sigh, half sob, but she kept it low. The room felt suddenly cavernous and cold. She had the photograph folded in her palm like contraband; its edges bit into her skin.When the footsteps faded, when the door clicked softly behind them, she turned away, her breathing heavy in despair and petrification.After showing Alaric his room, Leo made his way back downstairs, his footsteps quiet against the
Chapter 237
Amelia’s heart thudded so loud she was sure the sound filled the room. The silence that followed Leo’s bowed apology stretched thin and dangerous; it felt as if the walls themselves were waiting for the next strike. She turned her head a fraction, unable to force the words from her throat, and found that she could not meet her father’s eyes. She couldn’t order Leo to obey her now, not with that sword between them and Alaric’s temper like coiled steel. So she pleaded with him in the only way left, through the tilt of her chin and the desperation in her eyes.Leo’s defiant stance softened the instant their gazes connected. The stoic set of his jaw eased; the hardness that always lived behind his calm softened into something almost like concern. Amelia mouthed the single syllable she had rehearsed a hundred times in the nights alone: “Please.”Leo looked at Alaric. The pause felt like an interrogation. Then, with formal dignity that had nothing to do with the sword at his throat and eve
Chapter 236
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The question landed like a stone in her chest. Taylor’s eyes lifted to meet his, searching for a trace of softness, but all she found was truth reflected back at her.And in that moment, the dining room seemed to fall still again, the ticking of the wall clock echoing louder than before. The scent of toast and coffee lingered in the air, but the warmth of the morning had dimmed.She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Then she lowered her gaze. The question lingered, piercing through her silence, leaving her face unreadable, yet her heart unmistakably unsettled. Johnson watched her with those old, canny eyes, eyes that seemed to hold a hundred small judgments and as many worries.Her silence had been telling. He watched the way she paused, saw the way her mouth tried to form an answer and then closed. When she finally met his gaze, he smiled as if to soften the observation that had been lodged between them.“I guess nothing genuine is going on between you guys then. Clara and Anna were rig
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