His Lordship Alexander Kane

Susanne felt somewhat embarrassed, avoiding eye contact. She thought the bank card had a meager balance, which was why the teller was so disinterested. “Yes, please.”

However, the teller became increasingly nervous, clutching the card as though it were a priceless treasure. Finally, she managed to mutter, “P—Please wait for a moment.”

After that, she rushed to the back office, leaving Susanne bewildered at the counter.

Without even knocking on the door, the teller burst into the office of the bank’s general manager, Jamie Bidner. She was visibly out of breath as she exclaimed, “Mister Bidner, s-something crazy just happened!”

Jamie was a middle-aged, chubby man who was feeding his fish at the moment. He did not even turn his head as he irritatedly replied, ” What now, Cindy? What’s gotten you all flustered?”

“Take a look!” Cindy rushed forward, clutching the bank card in her trembling hands. Her voice quivered as she said, “A middle— aged lady came to withdraw all the money from this card!”

Jamie took a quick glance at the bank card, and his entire body shuddered. All the fish food he was holding scattered into the fish tank with a splash.

He snatched the card from Cindy, grasping it tightly and examining it repeatedly.

There was no room for error. This was a custom-made Centurion card, accepted by major banks across the nation, requiring a minimum deposit of 150 million dollars.

All that, and the user wanted to withdraw all the money? Their bank did not have that much cash! “How was she dressed?” Jamie inquired as he calmed down, reorganizing his thoughts.

This card was not something anyone could apply for with wealth alone; the cardholder’s status must be incredibly prestigious. Since becoming the general manager, this was the first time Jamie had seen this type of card in person.

He had only heard about it from his superiors but had never seen one. “Her clothing wasn’t that impressive. It seemed quite...worn out,” replied Cindy. Moreover, the coat Susanne wore looked like a style from over a decade ago, which was practically outdated.

“What? Does this mean she probably found this card elsewhere? What if she stole it? Mister Bidner, what should we do?” Cindy panicked.

“The nerve of that woman to steal this card!” growled Jamie.

What if the card’s owner came after them? The wrath of someone with such high status could hardly be borne by him, a mere general manager.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Contact our security department right now. Keep a close eye on her, and check if she has stolen anything else!” Jamie clenched his teeth, pacing back and forth in his office. What a disaster!

A middle-aged lady with modest attire could not possibly own a Centurion card. If they mishandled this situation, it would not only be his position on the line, but the entire bank would be in jeopardy!

Outside, Susanne sat at the counter, feeling confused. She had visited this bank often, and the service was always efficient. Surprisingly, she had to wait for so long for a few hundred dollars.

Next to her, several customers had already completed their transactions, withdrawing large sums of money and leaving promptly. Thinking along these lines, Susanne grew more anxious.

“You, come with us!” Suddenly, two burly security guards approached her imposingly.

Susanne’s heart skipped a beat, feeling terrified.

What did they want with her?

“This is an order from the management. Kindly cooperate with the investigation, or don’t blame us for using force!” The security guards lifted Susanne between them, preparing to take her to Jamie for questioning.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” Susanne struggled and screamed in fear, drawing the attention of many in the hall.

Feeling humiliated, Susanne dared not to look up. Despite her lack of money, she prided herself on never doing anything illegal. Why, then, were they investigating her? Why were they taking her away?

Where was the justice?

“Behave yourself!” The security guards were relentless as they dragged Susanne into Jamie's office. One of them rudely pushed her onto the sofa, eager to please Jamie.

“Mister Bidner, we've brought her in.” It was crucial to put on a good show in front of Jamie. If Jamie was pleased, there might even be a promotion waiting. Susanne continued to struggle and scream, “What are you doing? Let me go, | haven’t done anything illegal”

Jamie sneered. “You really won't admit it, even now?”