Chapter 37 The Strange Bank Card

• Barely two minutes passed before the cashier stammered, “O-one million six hundred and five thousand…”
• She’d looked down on Timothy Lavette a moment ago, but now her pride had crumbled. She punched figures into the calculator like her life depended on it, and her voice shook when she answered.
• Still, she grumbled to herself, “Could this guy, dressed so plain, actually be a hidden rich kid? Otherwise why would he dare to smack the so-called heir of the richest family? Jackpot.”