The Return of Don Denver

CHAPTER 04

Just as the card was thrown in Denver’s face, Denver’s mother-in-law, Subrina, arrived at the bank in a taxi.

She saw Denver quarreling with the assistant manager and the guard.

She could even hear their voices. 

“Denver? What’s he doing here? That thick-headed bastard… is he fighting with the bank staff?”

Just after she stepped out of the car, she received a phone call from Diane.

“He found out about Stephen, Mom,”

Diane said with no regret or pain in her voice.

Subrina’s eyes widened.

“WHAT? H-How? When?”

Diane explained everything quickly because Stephen was still in the house.

“In the end, I kicked him out of the house. He might cause trouble, so we should be prepared.”

“A-Alright. We’ll talk about it after I come home,”

Subrina said and ended the call before heading toward the bank.

It was her first time coming to this big private bank.

That was why she put on excess makeup, making her resemble an old courtesan of sorts.

She came and flaunted the check that Stephen had given her.

The assistant’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the premium check.

Smiling politely, he gestured for her to get in the bank.

Subrina’s smile curled into a satisfied smirk.

“Aunt,”

Denver called out softly, trying to catch her attention.

She paused, pretending not to notice him at first.

Finally, she glanced over her shoulder with a mocking expression.

“Denver? What are you doing here?”

“I’m conducting business,”

He said calmly.

“You? Conduct business here?”

Subrina let out a harsh laugh.

“Don’t make jokes like that, or the sky might fall on us.”

Denver pressed his fists, holding back his frustration.

Subrina always had a sharp tongue, but today, she seemed especially cruel.

“Let me come in with you, or at least help me check the balance on this card.”

Denver asked. 

“Hmph,” Subrina scoffed.

“You should handle your own mess, Denver."

"If you want to do business in this bank, figure it out yourself. Otherwise, leave.”

With that, she walked inside, guided by the assistant.

Denver's patience wearing thin.

Subrina never liked him, especially because he didn’t hand over his earnings directly to her.

“Get out before I count to three,”

The security guard snarled, raising his stun baton.

“Or you’ll feel a thousand volts!”

The bystanders stepped back nervously, but Denver held his ground, staring defiantly at the guard.

The guard swung the baton, aiming for Denver’s torso.

Denver’s instincts kicked in.

His eyes tracked the baton’s movement, and he shifted his body just enough to avoid it by a hair’s breadth.

Even so, he felt a faint jolt from the electricity.

Before things could escalate further, a sleek car pulled into the parking lot.

A man stepped out, his expression stern—it was the bank manager.

“What’s going on here?”

He demanded, his eyes scanning the scene.

“Who are you, and why are you causing trouble outside my bank?”

Before Denver could explain, the assistant came rushing out, pulling the card from Denver’s hand.

“Sir, this guy brought in a fake card and claims he wants to check the balance,”

The assistant said with a sneer.

The manager frowned but held out his hand.

“Let me see the card.”

The assistant handed it over with a smug grin.

“It’s obviously fake, sir. Look, it doesn’t even have a chip.”

The manager inspected the card closely. 

His expression shifted as his heart raced.

“This… this is a genuine diamond card from our bank,”

The manager said coldly.

The assistant’s smirk faltered.

“A-A diamond card? But those are just legends, aren’t they?”

The manager’s glare hardened, and without warning, he slapped the assistant across the face.

“You fool. This isn’t fake. The chip is embedded inside, invisible to the naked eye.”

The assistant’s eyes went wide, and the security guard looked like he might faint.

Subrina, standing near the entrance, had overheard the entire exchange.

She frowned in confusion.

 “Diamond card? What sort of a joke is this? Isn’t black card the rarest card a bank can offer?”

She didn’t like the attention that was shifting toward Denver, so she had to say these words.

She continued mocking him without reserve. 

“Even if there is such a card that’s rarer than the black card, this useless guy can’t possibly conduct business here,”

“After all, look at his dress. He’s just a construction worker who eats cement and shits bricks every day."

"How can he have an ultra-rare card with him?”

Even Stephen, a super-rich guy, gave her a gold bank card.

So how could someone like Denver ever get his hands on a diamond card?

That was impossible according to Subrina who had seen him struggle for nearly three years.

And saved the money to buy a small house that was barely to her satisfaction!

Despite everything Subrina said, the manager ignored her and looked at Denver.

“Please come with me, sir,”

He respectfully invited Denver inside, dropping Subrina’s jaw.

“W-Wait, what are you…”

Subrina was saying, but she had to move aside as the manager entered the building.

“Manager, this guy is piss poor! He can’t possibly have the money to transact here!"

"He probably knew that I’d come here. That’s why he’s here. See him out with a stun baton!”