Winner Takes All novel Chapter 4

“Sir, it was my fault. I did not know you. Please forgive me,” the manager apologized immediately after he entered the office. He tried to wipe out all the sweat several times, but failed. Even his back was wet.

The Bauhinia Card was so rare that common bank staff had no idea what it was.

Only the owner or the higher class could recognize it.

Even the head of the bank would bend down to welcome such card owner.

The manager was confused why such an important client came to his branch.

And he actually waited in line to withdraw money.

Jack lifted his head and looked at the manager calmly, “You look nervous, don’t you?”

“Of course not. I’ll make it up for the way we treated you,” the manager replied with an embarrassing smile.

He knew how much a Bauhinia Card owner was of value, so he would do anything, even kneeling down to him for forgiveness.

Otherwise, Shirley and he would be fired.

“Uh…I just wanna take out some money from this card,” Jack said indifferently.

The manager couldn’t stop sweating.

Wasn’t he… going to forgive him?

He looked awful and was strongly regretful for his ignorance.

He had worked his ass off for decades to get to this position, but one word from the VIP could kick him out of the game.

The manager fell with a flop on the ground in front of Jack, “Sir, that was a misunderstanding. I know you must be a very generous person. I beg for your forgiveness.”

Jack looked at him chillily, wondering where all his arrogance went.

He smiled, “I only care about nothing but the money. Please get it done for me as soon as possible.”

Although the manager had butterflies in his stomach, he still stood up and forced a smile, “Okay, I’ll get it done right away.”

Receiving his Bauhinia Card, he asked, “How much do you need?”

“500 grand.”

As the manager changed his attitude, Jack knew this card must be something.

But his top priority was to get the money and pay for his mother’s hospital bill, and then find a better place to live.

“500 grand?” the manager felt a little confused.

Jack frowned, but he realized what the manager meant, “Why not? Do I need to make an appointment first?”

“No, of course not. VIPs like you don’t need to do that,” he was a little bit strange, but still explained, “One billion cash is the threshold to get this card. I was surprised you only needed such a small amount.”

What?

There is so much going on his head.

‘One billion in cash minimum?’

‘My dad is a billionaire?’

Not only was the manager surprised, but jack himself was stunned.

A moment later, Jack was back to himself, “Just withdraw 500 grand.”

The manager nodded and got everything done swiftly.

Jack found a black trash bag, slipped the money into it, and left.

The manager, with a ugly face, tried to beg Jack for a way out. But watching Jack leave in a hurry, he gave up. He looked so pale as if he were about to pass out when he sagged wearily back in his chair.

In the bank lobby, everyone was gossiping about what had just happened.

Shirley froze behind the counter with eyes redden.

As soon as she saw Jack, she got up to apologize.

But Jack was walking too fast to follow.

Disappointed as she was, she signed and stepped into the manager’s office.

“Manager, what exactly happened?” she asked though she knew there was no good news.