Chapter 165
Carlisle couldn’t be bothered to explain and walked toward the bank.
Francis took out a large suitcase from the trunk.
Sienna stopped Francis and asked, “Mister, is that car Carlisle’s?‘
“It’s my car,” Francis replied.
Sienna looked puzzled. “Then what’s your relationship with Carlisle? I saw you opening the car door for him at the school gate.”
“What’s it to you?” Francis could tell Carlisle didn’t want to engage with the girl much, so he didn’t feel inclined to, either.
Sienna wrinkled her nose. “It’s just a shitty Mazda. Have you seen those Mercedes and Porsches over there? They belong to my best friend’s boyfriend. Do you know who my best friend’s boyfriend is?”
“Damn, I thought they belong to your boyfriend. It turns out it’s your friend’s boyfriend!” Francis sneered at her, then walked into the bank.
Sienna stomped her feet in frustration when she heard his response.
Carlisle arrived in the bank lobby, where the manager quickly approached him. Austin and Sarah followed behind.
“Carlisle?” Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise.
Could Mr. Zahn, who the bank manager mentioned, be Carlisle? It couldn’t be. How could Carlisle have five million?
She had previously asked Sean how Carlisle had obtained the money to buy the phone. Carlisle said he had hit a stroke of luck in a game and earned 80 thousand bucks by selling impressive equipment.
So, there was no way Carlisle could be the Mr. Zahn who had reserved five million in cash. Mr. Zahn must be someone else!
“Mr. Zahn, you’re here?” The bank manager forced a smile.
Sarah felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She stared at Carlisle in disbelief.
He really was Mr. Zahn! Where did he get five million from?
“Um, is my money ready?” Carlisle didn’t glance at Sarah but looked directly at the bank manager instead.
The bank manager nodded. “It’s ready, but…” He looked cautiously at Austin. “Mr. Gust urgently needs 800 thousand in cash. Can you lend that amount to him?
Austin narrowed his eyes. So, this was Sarah’s previous pursuer. Didn’t Sarah say his family was poor? How could he have five million stored in the bank?
Carlisle looked at Austin, then shook his head. “I can’t let it go. I must take the five million with me.
The bank manager looked awkwardly at Austin. “Mr. Gust, what do you think?”
Austin snorted coldly. “That’s your problem. I’ll give you only ten minutes!”
The bank manager felt helpless.
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