The understated miraculous Doctor.

Chapter Nine

Chapter nine

The word “Supreme black card” rippled through the lobby like a stone dropped in still water. Immediately Conversations halted mid-sentence. Private bankers emerged from their offices. Even the security guards straightened their postures.

“The Supreme Black Card...” someone whispered reverently. “Only forty-eight exist worldwide...“

Immediately the crowd started gathering discreetly, pretending to check deposit slips while stealing glances.

The card's obsidian surface seemed to absorb light, its platinum inlays catching the crystal chandelier's glow.

Jessica, who was close to the scene, froze at the VIP counter, her transaction forgotten as she turned to stare.

That simple- village doctor... holding one of the world's most exclusive banking symbols? Her perfectly shaped brows furrowed in confusion.

She thought Damien was poor but how on earth did he get his hands on such a valuable card.

“Sir, if you'll just verify with your fingerprint,”

The employee voice had transformed from condescension to honey-sweet respect.

Damien was getting uncomfortable with the scene it was creating.

Without wasting any more time he placed his finger on the scanner. Immediately a harsh beep cut through the reverent silence.

Red lights flashed.

“Fingerprint mismatch detected.” the system announced coldly.

Seeing what just happened,the employee's face changed immediately.

“Security!”

She barked, all pretense of respect vanishing.

“We have attempted fraud. Did you really think you could walk in here with a stolen Supreme Black Card?”

Her laugh was sharp and mean. “The police will be very interested in this.”

At that moment the watching crowd's admiration turned to sneers and whispers.

Jessica's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as she watched karma unfold.

“Ha!“

Jessica's laughter cut through her intense thinking.

“I knew it was all fake. All that calm acting, pretending to be rich...”

She turned around, not wanting anything to implicate her, her designer shoe clicking against marble as she stormed toward the exit.

“What a joke!”

The employee was already reaching for his phone, with satisfaction written across his face.

“I'll have the police here in—”

“What is going on here?”

A deep voice resonated through the lobby.

The crowd parted as Director Fred strode forward, his bespoke suit and silver hair radiating authority. His eyes narrowed at the scene before him.

“Director, this person attempted to—”

The employee began smugly.

“Attempted to present a Supreme Black Card?”

Director Fred's voice could have frozen fire.

“And your first response wasn't to notify senior management immediately? but the police.”

His face was a mask of cold fury as he approached the employee, who had gone pale as marble.

“You imbecile!”

The crack of his palm against her cheek echoed through the space.

“Slap!!”

"For a Supreme Black Card holder – and you used a regular scanner?”

Immediately the employee hand flew to her reddening cheek.

“Director, I—”

“Silence!”

He turned sharply.

“Security!”

At that moment two guards materialized instantly, their faces grim.

“Go Clear her desk. And escort her out. Immediately.”

His words cut like ice.

“And make sure everyone knows – she's blacklisted from the entire banking sector.”

Upon hearing what director Fred just said the watching crowd suddenly found their paperwork fascinating.

Private bankers who had emerged to watch the drama melted back into their offices. Customers buried their faces in their phones, though their ears remained alert to every word.

The employee couldn't say anything as the

guards escorted her out.

immediately Fred turned to Damien with a deep bow.

“My sincerest apologies for this unprofessional behavior. Supreme card holders receive... special verification procedures.”

Immediately Director Fred gestured toward the private elevator.

“Please, honored guests. Allow me to escort you to our VIP suite personally. We'll handle this matter with the discretion it deserves.”

Damian quietly followed the director.

After some minutes he came back.

“Everything is in order, honored guest,”

Director Fred smiled, sliding the new diamond card across the polished mahogany table.

“A small token of our appreciation for Supreme cardholders. Though of course, it hardly compares to your existing privileges.”

Damian nodded politely, tucking both cards away. The Supreme card's weight felt different now – Senior Sister Hazel hadn't mentioned its true significance when she'd given it to him.

All of his transactions were completed and Damien left.

Outside the bank, he paused on the marble steps. He needed to find the rare herbs for Serenity’s grandfather... Morning Star Root, Phoenix Dawn Flower, Nine-Lives Grass. But here in the capital he doesn't know where to get them and his connections..

At that moment he pulled out his phone, finding Sophia's number.

She answered on the second ring.

“Doctor Damien?”

Her voice carried a pleased surprise.

“I didn't expect—”

“Miss Sophia,”

he cut in quietly.

“I need help in getting some rare medicinal herbs and I need your help.”

“Of course! I'd be happy to...”

She paused.

“Though I'm in a meeting right now. Could I call you back immediately when I'm free?”

“That's fine.”

Damien's mind was already calculating dosages and preparation times.

“I'll wait for your call.”

Sophia slipped her phone back into her designer bag, trying to keep her hands from trembling. Across the private tearoom's table, War Goddess Serenity sat with perfect military posture, her presence seeming to consume all the air in the room.m

The afternoon sun streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows caught Serenity's medals, creating brief flashes that made Sophia want to flinch. Instead, she forced herself to maintain a polite smile, though her fingers twisted nervously in her lap beneath the table.

However Serenity's blood-red lips curved slightly as she observed Sophia's discomfort. She hadn't spoken since the pleasantries ten minutes ago, merely sipping her tea with calculated precision while Sophia grew increasingly anxious.

‘Why would the War Goddess request a private meeting?’

Sophia wondered, acutely aware that one word from Serenity could make or break her family's business interests.

War Goddess Serenity stern expression softened deliberately, though the effect was somewhat like watching steel try to bend into silk.

“Please, be at ease,”

she said, her battlefield command voice attempting gentleness.

“I've come to ask for your assistance.”

Upon hearing what Serenity just said Sophia nearly choked on her tea. The War Goddess – whose mere name could open any door in the capital – needed her help? She quickly dabbed her lips with a napkin, trying to process this revelation.

“My... help?”

she said, wondering if she'd somehow misheard.

Serenity fingers tensed slightly around her teacup.

“Yes, your help.”

She paused, choosing her words carefully.

“I heard about your grandfather's condition. His remarkable recovery, and I hear it was a young doctor doing.”

Sophia's eyes widened with understanding.

“The young doctor who treated him,”

Serenity continued, her voice carrying an unusual note of hope beneath its usual authority.

“I need his help. Would you help me with his contact?”