“Manager Newman, you better have security nab this man and let the cops deal with him!” Scott Stowe, unable to see through the situation, sensed something was off from Newman’s expression. He feared things might take an unexpected turn.
Hearing Scott Stowe’s words, Manager Newman’s immediate thought was to swear. This whole mess was caused by that troublesome couple.
“Mr. Stowe, if you’re done with your business, please leave. I still need to attend to this gentleman’s affairs.” Manager Newman’s tone was devoid of any politeness when addressing Scott Stowe.
“Manager Newman, did I hear you correctly? You’re going to handle business for this bastard?” Scott Stowe widened his eyes, thinking he was joking.
Seeing Leo’s expression grow increasingly unpleasant, Manager Newman’s anxiety escalated. He snapped at Beatrice, who was standing by, “What are you standing around for? Escort Mr. Stowe and his girlfriend out of the bank.”
Beatrice had worked at this bank for three years and had some insight into Manager Newman’s character. Considering the recent events, especially that black card, she realized they might have offended a really important figure. She hurried over to Scott Stowe and said, “Mr. Stowe, please leave.”
“I’m not leaving. What the hell is this? I got assaulted in your bank, and you think this is over without an explanation? No way!” The woman shouted.
“Security, get these two out of here!” Manager Newman couldn’t take it anymore.
Under the intimidating glare of the security guards and their batons, Scott Stowe and the limping woman were forced to leave the bank.
Once outside, Scott Stowe’s face turned completely dark. “Damn it, Manager Newman, who the hell does he think he is, kicking me out in front of everyone?”
“Stowe, I think that little punk’s behind this. We can’t let this slide.” The woman massaged her injured ankle, her voice sinister.
“Of course we can’t let this slide. I have some clout in Langstel too. Getting thrown out of a bank in broad daylight, I must seek revenge!” Scott Stowe took out his phone and dialed a number.
“Who’s this?” A rough voice came from the other end.
“Scar, it’s me, Scott Stowe.” Scott Stowe’s tone immediately took on a hint of flattery.
“Scott Stowe? Who the hell are you?” The voice on the other end sounded impatient.
“Scar, my brother is Gary Stowe, and I’m in the construction business. We’ve had meals together.” Scott Stowe tried to remind Scar of their connection.
“Oh, I vaguely remember. What do you want?”
“Scar, I need you to help me deal with someone.” Scott Stowe got straight to the point.
“As usual, how much you’ll pay?”
“Ten thousand!” Scott Stowe named a price.
“Damn, ten grand? Treating me like a beggar, huh? Not interested!” The other party was about to hang up.
“Twenty thousand!” Scott Stowe quickly increased the offer.
“Fifty grand, no negotiations below that!” Scar raised the stakes.
Scott Stowe gritted his teeth. “Fine, he’s currently at the Fortune Bank. Come over.”
After ending the call, Scott Stowe spat on the ground. “Kid, you’re in for it.”
Back in the bank hall, Manager Manager Newman smiled ingratiatingly at Leo. “Sir, may I ask for your name?”
“I’m Leo Bloomer.”
“Mr. Bloomer, please follow me to the VIP lounge. I’ll personally handle your affairs.” In Manager Newman’s eyes, Leo was undoubtedly a god.
He hoped this god wouldn’t hold today’s incident against him. Once he got dismissed, he wouldn’t be able to afford his mortgage, let alone sending his daughter abroad for school… What a predicament.
Leo waved his hand. “No need to go to the VIP lounge. Just deposit the money from this check into my account at the VIP window.”
Leo took out the $20 million cash check from his pocket.
“Alright.” Manager Newman accepted the check with both hands. Seeing the amount on the check, he couldn’t help but swallow hard.
$20 million was no small sum.
Indeed, anyone holding the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Supreme Card had an extraordinary background. They were an existence that couldn’t be trifled with.
Beatrice regretted her missed opportunity. Successfully processing this substantial deposit would have not only exceeded her KPI for the month but also garnered her a sizable bonus at year-end.
Now she felt resentment toward Scott Stowe. If he hadn’t arrived so late, she would have served this customer promptly when he presented the check. Then what happened earlier wouldn’t have happened.
Now, offending a customer that Manager Newman was treating cautiously, her own reprimand seemed trivial. But what worried her more was her bonus for the month. It seemed likely to go down the drain.
Leo, under Manager Manager Newman’s warm and attentive service, quickly transferred the $20 million cash check into his account.
With this additional $20 million, and after deducting the cost of the medicinal ingredients he bought at Nicola’s house, Leo had a total of more than $43. 8 million left.
“Mr. Bloomer, here’s the platinum VIP card specially processed for you by our bank. If you ever come to this bank again, I’ll personally attend to you.” Manager Manager Newman handed Leo a card with both hands.
According to Fortune Bank’s rules, customers were only eligible for a platinum VIP card if they deposited at least $10 million for three months or more. Today, Manager Newman had made an exception as a gesture to compensate and please Leo after what had just happened.
Leo accepted the VIP card and casually commented, “Manager Newman, I think some of your staff should be better trained.”
“Of course, Mr. Bloomer. I’ll improve our management and training.” In Manager Newman’s eyes, Leo was now a lord to be revered. His word was law.
As Manager Newman escorted Leo to the entrance of the bank with a smile, five figures dressed in black, their faces obscured by masks, burst in.
One of them, armed with a gun, immediately subdued the bank’s security personnel. Another fired two shots into the ceiling and shouted, “Everyone keep your heads down!”
The third assailant pointed their gun at Leo and Manager Newman, forcing them to crouch to the side. Then they closed the bank’s entrance and proceeded to destroy all the cameras inside the hall.
The sound of terrified screams echoed through the hall.
“Everyone shut the hell up! I’ll gut him if anyone dares make a sound!” The fourth thug brandished a gleaming machete from his person.
The crowd fell into immediate silence, each individual cowering and clutching their heads, afraid to even breathe.
Leo couldn’t help but find the situation somewhat amusing. He found it surreal that he was now involved in not one, but two bank robberies, both with armed criminals. It seemed like he should avoid coming to banks in the future.
“We’re here for the money, not your lives. You’d better all stay quiet and behave yourselves, or I’ll feed you a bullet!” The leader of the robbers emphasized, waving the handgun in his hand.