The Ultimate Mogul Strikes Back!

CHAPTER 13

“Frozen as how?!” Paul yelled.

“I understand your frustration, sir, but I suggest you calm down because you are making a noise and disturbing the other customers,” said the banker who Paul yelled at.

Paul looked at the other customers and saw the embarrassed and annoyed expressions they had towards him.

“What the hell is wrong with that guy? Can’t he address his issues more calmly?”

“Does he think he’s in his living room or something?”

“And here I was thinking that he was a cool guy, but he’s just a hothead with a loud mouth and what is this about his account being frozen?”

The other customers started gossiping about Paul, which infuriated him more and made Mary feel embarrassed standing next to him.

Paul turned away from all of them and focused on the banker who he had decided to pour all of his anger on.

“Who gives two shits about these other idiots?! I’m a fucking multimillionaire, which means that I’m the most important person in this goddamn bank, so you better treat me like it!” Paul threatened. 

“Sir, nobody is saying you aren’t an important customer, but if you don’t calm down right now I’ll be left with no choice but to call security on you,” the banker said, and Paul chuckled.

He remembered all the guards in the bank, especially the two security guards he met outside, Melvin and Owen, who he had basically bought with his ways of giving money whenever he came to the bank, and he became even more confident. 

“I don’t care if you call the president of the entire fucking country! You’re going to fix this nonsense and reactivate my account if you know what’s good for you or else!” Paul grabbed the banker’s collar and yelled.

The ruckus had gone on for too long, and it had become so embarrassing that Mary tried to get Paul to calm down as a way to save face.

“Baby, please listen to him and relax a little. I’m sure that this is all a simple mistake that can be fixed with—“ Mary said as she held Paul’s arm.

She thought that her feminine voice and charm were going to be able to pierce through Paul’s rage, but sadly, she got a rude awakening. 

Not wanting to hear any nonsense from her, Paul grabbed her dress by the shoulder strap and glared at her.

“Who told you that you could open your mouth and tell ME to calm down, huh, you stupid bitch?!” Paul asked angrily.

“B-but baby, I thought I could just—“ Mary stuttered, but Paul interrupted her.

“I asked you a question, you dumb bimbo? Who gave you the guts to think that you could tell me what to do? Did you forget that I’m the one who made you and your job is to shut up and be pretty?”

“Babe, you’re frightening me,” Mary said with a scared look on her face.

“Oh, shut up and get out of my sight!” Paul pushed her away, causing the strap on her dress to tear as her heel broke, and she fell on the floor.

Because of the type of dress it was, the moment the strap was no longer functional, Mary’s breast became exposed for everyone to see. 

“Look at that!”

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing!” 

The other customers said as they took out their phones and started taking pictures and videos of Mary.

It took some seconds for Mary, who was in pain, to realize what was happening and when she looked down at her damaged dress, she shouted and rushed to cover herself. 

Mary looked at Paul to give her his jacket so she could cover herself, but the man who didn’t care ignored her and focused on the banker.

“Do you know how much I have in this bank? Millions upon millions of dollars and you’re telling me that I can’t access them? Do you want to die right now?” Paul asked. 

“I’m sorry, sir, but your account was flagged for fraudulent activities and until we get to the bottom of it, we can’t reactivate the account,” the banker said. 

Just then, Paul’s phone started ringing and when he checked who it was, his eyes widened.

He pushed the banker to the counter and answered the call. 

“Hello, dad—?” 

[“You lousy idiot! What is this I’m hearing about the family’s account in Polaris bank being frozen?!”] Paul’s father, Malcolm Ludwig, yelled.

Paul grimaced in confusion.

“The family account? What are you talking about, Dad?” Paul asked.

[“I just got a message from Polaris Bank saying that your account was flagged for fraudulent activity and, because the family’s account is linked to it for easy transactions, it has also been frozen!”]

Paul’s eyes widened. 

[“Do you know how much we’ve lost because of you?!”]

“B-but Dad, I didn’t do anything. I never did any—“

[“I don’t want to hear any excuses! Find a way to fix this nonsense or else you’ll regret the day you were born!”]

“Dad—“ Paul said, but Malcolm cut the call on him. 

Enraged about being yelled at by his father like that, Paul squeezed his phone, almost crushing it in his hand, then he glared at the banker who was trying to recoup after hitting his back on the sharp edge of the counter. 

“Listen here, you bastard. You have ten seconds to reactivate those accounts or else—“ Paul said, but was interrupted.

With tears in her eyes, Mary said “Babe, please give me your jacket. My dress is ruined and it's very embarrassing”

Paul took all his anger and faced Mary, who dared to interrupt him while he was talking.

“You stupid bitch! This whole mess is your fault”, Paul said, and Mary’s eyes widened.

What did he mean the whole mess was her fault? 

What did she do? 

“Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, but the first day I brought you here my account got flagged and frozen. I think your bad luck is the cause of all of this, but what did I expect from a bottom-of-the-barrel lowlife like you?” Paul said, and Mary’s eyes fidgeted. 

“Babe, what are you saying?” Mary said as Paul’s words cut like a knife. 

“What? Did I stutter?” Paul asked as he picked her up by her hair, and then he looked at her from head to toe.

“You know what? Give me back all these things I gave you” he said as he ripped the necklace off her neck, which resulted in a cut and slight bruising.

“And this dress too,” Paul said as he grabbed the dress and was about to rip it when, suddenly, he was stopped. 

“That’s enough,” Jeremiah said as he held Paul’s hand