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The young woman acted as though it were a joke, not bothering to disguise the contempt in her eyes. "Sir, this

counter is not open for you to make idle boasts," she said. "Please step aside for other customers."

After that, she immediately called for the next number, not giving two hoots about Samuel.

He refused to budge. He just blocked the counter, smiling and not saying a word. "What are you doing?" the

teller said impatiently. "I already told you that you can't withdraw the money. There's no use hanging around

here."

"What's going on?" An elegant middle-aged woman walked over and asked the teller.

"This man wants to withdraw two hundred thousand bucks, Ma'am. | already told him that he needs to make an

appointment, but he insists on staying here," the teller explained.

The manager glanced at Samuel. "I'm sorry, sir," she said in a more cordial tone, "but you need to inform us in

advance if you wish to withdraw a sum of more than fifty thousand. The earliest you'll be able to withdraw two

hundred thousand is tomorrow."

"Can't you make an exception for me?" Samuel said coolly, flashing his card.

The teller mused that this man was mentally impaired. Did he really think that they would make exceptions just

because he asked them to?

The manager's eyes widened into spheres as large as saucers when she saw Samuel's card. Her entire body

trembled as if she were in an earthquake.

She hurriedly shot out from behind the counter and bowed. "My apologies, sir," she said. "We'll be able to

withdraw the money for you today."

The young teller was completely bewildered at the sight of her manager bowing and scraping and speaking in a

tone of utmost deference.

Did her manager suddenly go nuts? Why did her attitude change at the speed of the light?

"Sir, this misunderstanding wouldn't have happened if you had gone straight into the VIP room. | sincerely

apologize on behalf of the entire bank. | hope you can forgive us."

The manager's forehead broke out into cold sweat when Samuel remained silent. "Quick! Apologize to this man,"

she told the teller over the counter. "If anything happens, don't think about keeping this job."

The teller was so confused that she still did not understand the situation, but looking at the manager's sudden

change of attitude, it was bad. "Sir, my apologies for the inconvenience caused! | didn't do it o n purpose." The

teller apologized immediately.

The other people in the queue were surprised at this sequence of events. After all, a manager was certainly not a

lowly grunt in a banking organization. They would not bow to just anyone.

"Who's that young man? He must be someone prominent."

"He's probably a young master of a wealthy family who was just trying to quietly take out smoney. He

probably never thought that he would be sneered at by mere tellers."

"That snob treats customers according to their social status. She deserves to be humiliated."

Samuel finally spoke up. "When can | withdraw the money?"

"Right now, sir. Please follow me," the manager said.

The manager cautiously observed Samuel when they arrived in the VIP room. He was a handsyoung fellow,

probably an heir to one of the wealthy families of Cloud City.

While carrying out the transaction, she purposely bent over quite a few times, evidently trying to seduce him.

She even sat right beside Samuel while she was counting the cash. The thick scent of her perffilled his

nostrils.

The charm of a mature woman was a poisonous flower to the normal man, but to Samuel, every woman other

than Yvonne was merely grass.

He was unmoved, not even sparing a second glance at her.

The manager quickly huffed in frustration. Perhaps this young man had a special hobby, she thought, which was

to not be attracted to women at all! How could he be completely chaste when he had a pair of large, silky-

smooth breasts practically bouncing in front of him?

Or he was just pretending to be chaste.

She tried bending over a few more times before she finally realized that she could not make a gay man straight,

no matter how seductive she was.

Samuel was not aware of the intention behind the manager's antics. He left the bank as soon as he got the

money.

The manager saw him off at the exit and watched as he drove off. Then she exclaimed, "What a pity that a

handsyoung man like him doesn't like women!"

She went back inside and summoned the young teller from before into her office. "Take a few days off," she said,

"I'll let you know what will happen soon."

The young teller's face blanched. It had not been easy for her to secure this job, and she was going to be fired

for reasons lost upon her.

"What did | do wrong, Ma'am? Did he tell you to fire m e?" she asked.

"Someone like him would never be as petty as that. I'm letting you go because you lack professionalism. You

don't even know the basic workings of a bank. How are you qualified to do this job?" the manager said, stone

cold.

"I don't understand, Ma'am."

"You don't understand? All right then. I'll convince you of your idiocy. The card he was holding is a unique card

the bank gives only to customers who have over ten billion bucks in their account."

Ten billion!

The teller was utterly stupefied.