Upon hearing what Nathaniel just said, Damien's mother and sister stood in stunned silence, their faces pale.
The weight of Nathaniel's words hit them like a hammer, shattering their arrogance into fragments.
"Revoked?" Damein's mother stammered at the words, her voice trembling. "you can't do this, you revoked our membership because of an ex convict."
Immediately Damien's sister sputtered, her earlier sneer replaced by wide-eyed disbelief. Her voice cracked as she was about to speak, but Nathaniel's icy glare stopped her from saying more, without being told she could tell he wasn't having it, and he wasn't someone that can be messed with either.
At that moment Nathaniel's lips curled into a faint, cold smile.
"I have taken my decision and it's final."
Hearing the confirmation the scene felt more heavier as the gravity of their loss sank in. Membership at this bank wasn't just about convenience—it was a symbol of status, of power, that other lower families dream of getting, and losing it was a blow that would echo across their social and business lives.
For a family that thrived on connections and reputation, this was devastation, and knowing her proud attitude could solve the problem she decided to result to something else.
"Mr, please, all of this was just a misunderstanding, I can assure—" Damien's mother begged, her voice faltering, but Nathaniel's icy gaze froze her mid-sentence.
"Don't waste my time," Nathaniel said sharply, cutting her off. "You've already wasted enough of it, and you wouldn't like what I would done when I tell you to pay, and you can't afford it."
Upon hearing what Nathaniel just said, Damien's sister glanced at her mother, panic flickering in her eyes. Her lips parted as if to say something, but the lump in her throat refused to let the words out.
Knowing they had no choice, and staying might worsen the situation. Damien's mother swallowed hard, her trembling hands smoothing the creases in her coat.
"We'll leave just as you requested." she muttered, barely managing to keep her voice steady.
Without wasting anymore time her daughter followed close behind, her face flushed with humiliation as she refused to look at Megan again.
As they exited the bank, immediately Damien's mother's composure finally cracked. Her hands balled into fists, and her eyes blazed with anger.
"That bastard, that evil bastard," she hissed. "I swear, she's going to pay for this humiliation she just handed to me. she should Just wait. When the bank staff finds out what a fraud she is, they'll arrest her without even thinking twice.And when they do, the consequences will be much worse than anything we've faced today! and then we will see who gets the last laugh."
Immediately her daughter nodded in agreement, her voice filled with bitterness.
"Let her have her moment. It won't last."
Leaving the bank completely, Damien mother still not wanting to let what happened go wasted no time pulling out her phone. She must let her son know what her pathetic ex-wife had done.
At that moment her lips twisted into a feigned expression of pain as she called her son.
The phone rang just once before it was answer.
immediately without waiting for Damien to respond his mother immediately uttered.
"Damien," she said, her voice trembling with false emotion.
"You won't believe what just happened. Megan, that bastard — that good for nothing witch hit me. Right here in the LV bank!"
"What?! you mean Megan hit you, how did she even get to the bank this quickly."
Damien's voice carried a hint of disbelief.
"Yes!" his mother continued, her tone rising.
"And that's not all. she's most have gotten herself involved with some theft and fraudulent situation while in prison, and she's now carrying around a fake supreme black card, pretending to be someone she's not. It's disgraceful! And because of her, one of the bank top stuff banned us from doing business there!"
Upon hearing what his mother just said Damien fell silent on the other end, the weight of his mother's accusations sinking in.
"I just… I can't believe Megan would sink this low, how could she even raised her arms on you, wfo gave her the right." Immediately his mother said, her voice cracking dramatically.
"Damien, you need to do something, that watch must be dealt with."
"Mom you don't have to worry about that, I will," Damien said curtly, his voice clipped.
"I'll handle it , and make sure that witch dare not hit you again."
Immediately Damien mother nodded her head.
Before ending the call.
**
At the same time, Nathaniel led Megan through the bank's quiet corridors and entered a VIP Room, Without wasting anymore time he
opened it with a slight bow, gesturing for her to step inside.
The decor of the room was minimalist yet intimidatingly luxurious.
At the center stood a reinforced machine encased in a sleek security frame. With a swipe of her keyboard, and a face recognition Nathaniel unlocked the system, without wasting anymore time she gestures for Megan to step forward.
"Please, Miss. Megan," he said with practiced professionalism. "You may check your card here.This is a special terminal only meant for vip exclusive of our highest level client, and you're one of them."
Upon hearing what Nathaniel just said, Megan hesitated, glancing at him, then at the machine.
Taking a deep breath, as curiously kicked in, she really wants to know how much she has in her account, she slowly entered her birthday as the password.
Immediately the screen blinked, processing for a moment before displaying the balance.
At that moment Nathaniel eyes widened when she saw 500 hundred billion as her balance.
His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the screen the figure it had just displayed
He instinctively took a step back.
"This… this has to be a mistake."
Nathaniel with wide eyes murmured to himself and immediately he leaned in slightly again to confirm the balance for himself.
Again his eyes widened, but he quickly masked his surprise with a composed smile.
"This has to be the biggest Money a single person own in our ban Miss Megan."
At that moment Megan leaned back, her mind racing, yes she knew she has money, but not this much.
That those men didn't lied, all of them actually paid their gratitude, She was indeed wealthy…
At that moment her eyes narrowed.
knowing the old woman that taught her a little bit of what she was now in coma and she needed to see her.
Then Megan glanced at Nathaniel, gave him a brief nod.
"Thanks for stepping in back there, and keeping the order, I wasn't expecting things to get that out of hand, but you did your job so perfectly well."
Upon hearing what Megan just said Nathaniel offered a polite smile, his tone light yet professional. "It was no big deal, Miss.Megan. They were completely out of line, and the situation needed to be handled, which I did immediately."
His eyes glinted with a mix of respect and curiosity. "Besides, ensuring our most important VIP clients are treated with the dignity they deserve is part of my job."
At that moment Nathaniel glanced at her, his voice becoming more conversational.
"Actually, there's something I wanted to mention, and I hope you give interest in it."
Megan then turned to face him, her attention fully focused on what Nathaniel was going to say.
At that moment Nathaniel cleared his throat.
"Actually this evening, the bank is hosting a charity auction and a little bit of elite gathering. It's a relatively relaxed event, and I thought it might be a good opportunity for us to talk further in a less formal setting."
Upon hearing what Nathaniel just said.
Megan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his casual tone.
"A charity auction of elite gathering?"
Immediately Nathaniel nodded. "Yes. and while the gathering itself is more about networking between elite, the auction does feature a few rare items, who knows? You might find something interesting, something that might catch your attention."
Megan's wasn't someone that was really into any social gatherings . She wanted to reject it when her eyes caught a glimpse of the open tablet in his hand.
And the screen was containing a list of auction items on displayed. Though she wasn't particularly curious, her eyes instinctively scanned the images.
Then it landed on something, and immediately it catch her attention.
It was a necklace among the list.
Immediately she wanted to shake of the feeling but Something about it tugged at her—a vague, very strong indescribable pull that made her chest tighten. Immediately she froze, his gaze still lingering on the image.
Without being told she could tell it wasn't just a piece of jewelry something else was involved and she really wants to see it in person, at least have a feel of it.
She couldn't explain it, but something about it felt familiar, significant.
She was sure that it must have something to do with her life.
Without any hesitation, she straightened, her decision was made immediately.
"Alright," he said finally, his voice steady.
"I'll attend."