The Ingenious Liam Price

7: When The Tables Are Turned (I)

A few hours later, Gibson took Liam to the bank which turned out to be Liam's bank as well. The bank manager was a bit confused to see the poor ragged boy and the butler from the wealthiest family known in the world.


"Does he work for you? I can recall him coming to me for a loan two days ago," the bank manager asked Gibson, referring to Liam who was seated on the couch behind them.


"He came to you for a loan?" Gibson was puzzled.


"Yes, yet the bank couldn't help because he doesn't have any collateral. You're here to help him out?" The bank manager lowered his glasses to the bridge of his nose and looked at Liam once more.

"Actually, no. He's my master. The first son of Brandon Price and we're here because he needs a black credit card to access the billions his late father saved in his account,” Gibson announced with utter confidence.


Liam chuckled to himself at the moment bank manager paled. Something which happened because he heard what Gibson said.


"He's Mr. Price's son?" Disbelief was on the bank manager's face.


"Yes. Now his real name needs to be put there. He's Liam Price, the first son of Brandon Price."


Satisfaction ran through Liam when he saw the bank manager trembling.

To think this man had turned him down when he begged him to loan him some money, and now he had grown weak upon hearing his real last name.


"Sir!" The bank Manager literally jumped from his seat and dashed toward Liam's side, before going down on his knees.


"I apologize for the way I treated you, two days ago," he implored with the slight tremble in his voice giving out how shaken he was.


"Oh, it's nothing," Liam waves this off , looking calm and poised with his legs crossed. It felt good to be treated with respect. He wasn't the little shit anymore. From a pauper to a billionaire.


"Come to think of it, you ought to be fired for treating your boss's son like that, be it known or not," Gibson put his hand on his chin and stared thoughtfully into the air.


"Please, no. Don't relieve me of my duties," the bank manager literally wailed.


And Liam was frozen in his seat.


"My dad owns this bank?" He asked no one in particular, still in a daze.


"Yes, young master. Turns out this bank is included in your inheritance," Gibson provided with a small smile.


Whilst Liam was left astounded.


He blinked unsteadily then uncrossed his legs and rose to his full height.


Things had flipped for him.


The bank he had implored for a loan was his. No wondered the bank manager was kneeling like a servant boy.


"Please do not fire me from this job, sir," the bank manager crawled to Liam's side, held his leg, and wept bitterly.


The tables were turned now. Two days ago it was Liam begging the bank manager for a loan and now it was the bank manager begging him to not fire him. Because he was the owner of the bank.


Liam's demeanor was calm but he was screaming inside and mentally fist-pumping the air. Because the whole scene felt too good to be true.


"I'll leave Master Liam to be the judge over this. If he says you're out, then you're out," Gibson flicked his fingers.


And at this, the bank manager wept against Liam's shoe.


"My sister is dead, I buried her yesterday," Liam said quietly. He wasn't even upset.


"I am so sorry for your loss. I swear if I had known.." The bank manager was trying to explain himself when Liam cut him short.


"It's okay, it's not your fault anyway. Neither will I relieve you of your position," Liam helped the bank manager up. Because he looked really pitiful.


Later everything was processed and Liam's credit card was ready.


"There's no limit to your daily withdrawal, sir. Since you're the owner of this bank," the bank manager used his shaky two hands to give Liam the card.


"Thank you," Liam accepted the card and looked at it. Before flapping his finger against it.


Who would have thought he would be handed such a card? He could buy anything he wanted. Anything.


"You passed the test," Gibson said as they made their way out of the bank.


"What test?" Liam turned to face him.


"Your father told me to keep a watchful eye on you. You had the power to fire the bank manager but you didn't and it proves how considerate you are." Gibson looked at him with nothing but respect and admiration.


"That's because he didn't know me, he was just doing his job," Liam pointed out.


"You're right. Someone else in your position would have fired him without listening to his pleas."


And at this, Liam thought of someone as despicable as Mr. Brewer, his former boss.


There's something I am yet to tell you, but I'll wait until it's the right time," Gibson informed Liam.


Liam wondered what else there could be but he shook it off and followed the butler to the parking lot and hopped into the Black Chevrolet Corvette.


"I'll be needing new clothes," Liam told Gibson just as he turned on the ignition.


"I was about to mention that, you need to meet with your father's family anyway," Gibson said.


And Liam nodded to himself. He knew his father had a wife and children. Charlotte Price was one of the wealthiest and most influential women in Texas.


The car stopped in front of a boutique that was strictly for the Elites.


Liam alighted from the car first and let his nostrils bask in the air which smelt fresh of rain.


He had never felt so free before.


A few days ago he worked for the Brewer family and was bullied because he was hated.


But now, he was liberated from the chains of poverty. He was the wealthiest man in Texas city.


Liam didn't feel the need to sag his shoulders anymore, this time he walked with his head raised high, staring directly into the faces of people. And Gibson was right behind him.


Inside the boutique, Liam's was approached with respect after Gibson did the introductions.

His body was measured so Gibson could find outfits for him.


A few minutes later, he was taking a look at the tv when suddenly the face of Brandon Price was shown on the screen.


'The world's wealthiest man, Brandon Macmillan Price died two weeks ago and he's yet to be buried because it was included in his will that his funeral shouldn't take place if his first son and daughter aren't present-' this captured the attention of everyone in there and they glued their gazes to the screen, where the broadcaster was reading the news.


'It is widely known that Brandon Price had two children before he married Charlotte. It is said that they were snatched away from him on the day they were born. And also, the sum of a hundred thousand dollars will be rewarded to whoever finds them.'


"Woah, where could they be?" Someone turned away from the tv and asked this question.


"I'll bet they don't even know they're his children." Another woman tapped her chin thoughtfully.


"I'm super jealous of them because the Price family swims in wealth," this from a gothic girl.


"There'd be a lot of fakes claiming to be his son and daughter,"


"That's where DNA comes in handy,"


Liam chuckled to himself upon hearing this from the people around him. If only they knew he was Brandon Price's son.


"A VIP is right here in our midst and I'd like everyone to take their leave as we are to offer special services to him," the boutique manager announced this through a microphone, and then came a collective gasp from both men and women.


"This is unfair, we were here before the arrival of this person!" Someone shouted and Liam looked to see who it was. Surprisingly it was Chloe, his ex-girlfriend. With Valente right behind her.


"What a coincidence," Liam muttered to himself and the corners of his mouth curved into a smirk.