THE SUPREME NATHAN THORNS (The City's god)

Chapter 3

Taylor’s fury was relentless, her piercing gaze locking onto the security guard. Without hesitation, she straightened her shoulders and declared, “You’re fired.”

The guard’s face was drained of color. “M-Ma’am, please—”

“You dare lay hands on him?” she cut him off sharply. “Not only did you fail in your duty, but you humiliated a Supreme Gold cardholder in front of the entire bank! You’re done here. Get out now before I have you dragged out.”

The man stumbled back, his lips parting, but Taylor had already shifted her focus.

Just as the security guard turned to leave in disgrace, Thelma stepped forward, nostrils flaring. “Ms. Taylor, you’re making a huge mistake!” she snapped.

Taylor arched an unimpressed brow.

Thelma jabbed a finger toward Nathan. “This nobody is fooling you! He’s not the owner of that card! You should call the police and have him arrested for fraud before it’s too late.”

Joyce smirked, nodding in agreement. “Exactly! Someone like him could never have that kind of money.”

Taylor remained impassive, folding her arms. “A Supreme Gold card is not something that can be easily lost, nor can an ordinary person simply pick it up and claim it as their own. If he possesses it, then that means he is the rightful owner.”

Thelma’s mouth opened, but Taylor wasn’t finished. Her eyes hardened, voice laced with authority. “I witnessed everything from the inside. The way you spoke to him. The insults. The accusations. You and your daughter have displayed conduct unbefitting of any client of Narvo Bank.”

She lifted her hand, summoning a nearby bank assistant. “Retrieve their bronze membership cards and revoke all their banking privileges immediately.”

Thelma’s face contorted in horror. “What?”

Joyce gasped. “You can’t be serious! You can’t just—”

“I can,” Taylor interjected, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Your qualifications for handling business in this bank are permanently canceled.”

“No, no, wait!” Thelma pleaded, her bravado shattering. “Ms. Taylor, please, we… we were mistaken! We didn’t mean to—”

Taylor flicked a wrist, dismissing them. “Leave. Now. Unless you’d prefer to be escorted out like criminals?”

Thelma and Joyce exchanged panicked looks. Humiliation burned deep, but they had no choice. With clenched teeth, they turned toward the exit.

“This is so embarrassing, mother,” Joyce muttered, her nails digging into her palm.

Thelma seethed, voice low with venom. “That bastard will pay. Let him enjoy this moment. When they discover his scam, he’ll be ruined.”

Joyce huffed, nodding. “I hope they throw him in jail for life.”

As soon as they stepped outside the bank gates, Thelma snatched her phone from her purse and dialed.

The line connected instantly.

“Hello, mother,” Natalia’s voice came through.

Thelma inhaled sharply, forcing a tremor into her voice. “Natalia, my dear… I have horrible news.”

“What happened?”

“We just saw Nathan in Narvo Bank.”

There was a brief silence. Then Natalia scoffed, unimpressed. “So? What’s new?”

Thelma pressed on dramatically. “He’s involved in fraud, my dear! He somehow got his filthy hands on a fake Supreme Gold card and is trying to cheat money from the bank!”

Natalia frowned. “That’s ridiculous. Nathan would never—”

“Oh, but he did,” Joyce cut in smugly. “And that’s not even the worst part.”

Natalia sighed. “What now?”

Thelma feigned a sniffle. “That woman—the bank’s head manager—took back our bronze cards because of him! And… and he laid his filthy hands on me!”

Natalia’s breath hitched. “He what?”

“Yes, my dear,” Thelma continued. “He humiliated us, and now we’ve lost everything at the bank, including our bronze cards because of him!”

Natalia’s grip tightened around her phone. Her fingers trembled slightly as shock coursed through her veins. Nathan? A fraud? She never expected him to stoop so low, to actually degenerate into illegal activities.

Joyce’s voice rang in her ears, dripping with resentment. “You really dodged a bullet, sis. That loser was dragging you down. Now he’s nothing more than a criminal.”

Natalia swallowed hard. If what they were saying was true… Nathan had gone too far.

With a sharp inhale, she ended the call and immediately dialed Nathan’s number. The moment he picked up, she didn't waste a second.

“Nathan! How dare you?” Her voice was laced with disbelief. “I heard everything! You got yourself involved in fraud, you stole a Supreme Gold card, and you even hit my mother? What the hell is wrong with you?”

Nathan blinked, stunned. “What?”

“Don’t act innocent now, Nathan.” Her voice softened slightly, laced with lingering concern but still firm. “My mother told me everything. The most grievous of your crimes is stealing the Supreme Gold card. You need to go—now. Go turn yourself in at the police station. If you cooperate, it’ll reduce your guilt and charges.”

Nathan’s brows furrowed, and his grip on the phone tightened. “Excuse me?” His voice was low, laced with icy disbelief.

Natalia sighed. “Look, I won’t let you be punished terribly. With my influence, I’ll make sure the authorities go easy on you. I’ll even speak to my mother and convince her to forgive you for what you did.”

A cold laugh escaped Nathan’s lips. He never expected Natalia to take her mother’s words at face value, to accuse him so indiscriminately without even hearing his side. She didn’t believe in his character at all.

His voice turned cold. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Natalia. I didn’t steal anything. And I sure as hell didn’t hit your mother.”

Before she could respond, he hung up.

Natalia stared at her phone, anger bubbling within her. How dare he hang up on her? But beneath the anger, there was something else—worry. Something about Nathan’s voice didn’t sound like a man caught in the act. She wanted to find him immediately, to get to the bottom of this.

But she had a charity dinner to attend with James. She exhaled sharply. Fine. She’d set this aside for now—but once the dinner was over, she’d find Nathan herself.

Meanwhile, Taylor led Nathan into a luxurious VIP room, treating him with the utmost respect. The atmosphere was refined, with plush leather seats and a sleek, state-of-the-art banking terminal before him.

“Mr. Nathan,” Taylor said with a polite smile, “this is a private system used exclusively for our Supreme Gold clients. You can check your balance here.”

Nathan hesitated before sitting down, his fingers hovering over the sleek touchpad. He entered his birthday as the password.

The screen flickered. Loading…

Seconds ticked by. Then, numbers began appearing.

First, one zero. Then two. Then three.

Nathan’s brow furrowed.

Four. Five. Six.

His pulse quickened.

Seven. Eight. Nine… Twelve.

A trillion.

His throat went dry. He stared at the balance in stunned silence, his breath hitching.

Taylor observed his reaction, her lips curving slightly. “As I said earlier, Mr. Nathan,” she murmured, “this card is no counterfeit. You are one of the wealthiest men in the nation.”

Nathan slowly leaned back, his heart pounding.

What the hell was going on? The strange woman he saw didn't lie to him.