Chapter 16 Stop Lying
- Rebecca still looked a little pale.
- She had never witnessed something like that before.
- “You… Why are you so good at fighting?”
- Was that Nathan earlier?
- The man that married into my family?
- Rebecca felt like she was watching a movie.
- Then again, a movie might not even be this impressive.
- Was Nathan seriously a homeless man?
- “Homeless people have to snatch food. You’ll die if you don’t know how to fight,” Nathan carelessly replied.
- Rebecca was speechless. She knew that if she continued asking, Nathan would tell her nonsense like how fighting was one of the skills his Vagabond Sect used to survive.
- “All right. Time to get back to your work.”
- Rebecca looked at Nathan and gave up asking. She gathered the project managers and arranged for the work that they needed to do.
- Nathan stood at the door and narrowed his eyes.
- “Looks like there are always people with a death wish.”
- He wasn’t overly worried about small fries, but if they courted death by messing with Rebecca, he’d exterminate them without hesitation.
- Rebecca’s meeting went strangely smoothly.
- The project managers had initially wanted to make things difficult for her since everyone knew about her lowly position in the Lambert family.
- She was very young, so no one was pleased when she became the one in charge of such a large project.
- That said, who would dare offend her after seeing that Grim Reaper at the door?
- “You must aim to finish the factory in three months. Only then can we put this place to good use,” Rebecca said firmly. “Once the project starts, the supply chain will be set up. When that happens, I’ll need everyone’s cooperation to make sure this project goes smoothly!”
- The moment she went into work mode, Rebecca was like a completely different person.
- She was strict, serious, careful, and professional.
- Nathan leaned against the door and looked at Rebecca seated at the table, his eyes filled with gentleness.
- The woman was really mesmerizing when she was hard at work.
- Meanwhile, back at home in Havana Estate, Celia was massaging Willard’s legs.
- “Dear, it’s been hard on you.”
- Guilt was written all over Willard’s face.
- He had been paralyzed for so many years, but Celia remained by his side. He knew how much his wife had suffered, but she continued to endure quietly.
- “It’s not hard. I married you, so it’s only right to take care of you,” Celia smiled as she said that. “All right. Stay at home and watch TV. I need to go to the hospital to get your medicine. It’s almost finished.”
- She went to her room and picked up her purse to find that she didn’t have any cash left.
- So, she went to Rebecca’s room and took the debit card she usually used for household needs. Rebecca always left it in the drawer, and Celia could take it to withdraw money whenever necessary.
- Celia opened the drawer and saw a black card inside. It didn’t look like the card she remembered.
- Without thinking too much about it, she brought the card to the bank to withdraw money.
- After getting a queue number and waiting for a long time, Celia finally heard her number and sat down at the counter.
- “Hello, please withdraw everything.”
- Celia remembered that this card was only left with slightly over a thousand. The medicine alone cost nearly a thousand and she still had to buy groceries, so she might as well withdraw the entire amount.
- The teller saw that Celia was an older person and didn’t ask her to use the ATM, so she took the card from her.
- However, when she saw the card in her hands, her face immediately paled.
- “M-Ma’am, are you sure you want to withdraw everything?”
- “That’s right.” Celia smiled a little sheepishly.
- It was only a little over a thousand, and she was afraid that if she said the amount, the teller would laugh at her.
- By then, the teller had become even more nervous. She looked at the special logo on the card and her hands trembled. Her throat went dry instantly.
- “Please wait a moment!”
- She immediately flew off her chair and staggered into the general manager’s office with the card.
- “Sir! Something has happened!”
- The teller was so nervous. “Something big has happened!”
- The general manager was making coffee and raised an eyebrow at her. “Look at how nervous you are. What’s happening now?”
- “Look!”
- The teller passed him the black card. “There’s a lady outside who brought this card in and said she wants to withdraw everything!”
- The general manager lazily took a look and instantly shook. The action knocked his cup of coffee over, causing him to scald himself and jump from his chair.
- It was one of those special black cards that required a minimum of one billion in the bank!
- Withdraw everything? We don’t even have this much cash in our safe!
- “What does that lady look like?”
- He immediately calmed down. There were very few people in the world who could own this card, and he’d never heard about anyone having it in a small place like Derport.
- “She looks average, dressed very simply, and doesn’t look rich,” the teller replied.
- She was quite sure of her judgment. The jacket that Celia was wearing looked like she’d been wearing it for at least five or six years. “Could she have picked it up?”
- She didn’t dare to claim that the woman had stolen the card, but there was disdain on her face.
- “Hmph! How bold of her to steal such a card! She’s asking for it!”
- The general manager immediately ordered, “Tell security to hold her down and prepare to call the police!”
- They were talking about a rare card that most people couldn’t possibly own, much less an average-looking middle-aged woman.
- Celia was still waiting outside, wondering why the teller was taking so long to return.
- I’m withdrawing a little more than a thousand. Surely, the bank has enough cash on hand, right?
- “Ma’am, please come with us.”
- Suddenly, two burly security guards walked over and stood on either side of Celia.
- “What is it? What do you want?”
- Celia was shocked. What did the two security guards want?
- “We have instructions from the manager. Please cooperate. Otherwise, we’ll have to use force.”
- The two guards then pulled Celia off the chair, intending to drag her into the general manager’s office.
- “Let go of me! What are you doing in broad daylight!”
- Celia started shouting and several people stared at her, making her feel embarrassed.
- She had never done anything illegal in her life. How could they do something so humiliating to her?
- “You’d better cooperate!”
- One of the guards pushed Celia hard and she fell onto the chair. He wanted to do well in front of the general manager. “Sir, I’ve brought her here!
- “What on earth are you trying to do!” Celia angrily shouted.
- “What are we trying to do?” the general manager scoffed. “Ma’am, you sure are bold!”
- Celia didn’t understand.
- “Stop pretending.”
- There was disdain on the teller’s face as she peered more closely at Celia. From the old and tattered clothes and wrinkles all over her face, she knew Celia was poor.
- In that case, how could she own such a card?
- “Spit it out. Did you steal this card or pick this up from somewhere!”
- Celia’s face immediately went red from fury.
- Steal?
- She never thought the day would come when she would be accused of stealing.
- No matter how hard it was for the family financially, she wouldn’t even borrow from her relatives. How could she have stolen anything?
- “Y-You’re slandering me!”
- Celia looked at the card, “That card belongs to my family!”
- “Ha. The police are already on their way here, ma’am. There’s no use in trying to get yourself out of this!” the teller said.
- If I weren’t quick-witted enough, my bonus this year would be doomed! Thank goodness I reacted fast. Otherwise, this old hag would have caused my downfall.
- “You’re so old, yet you’ve done such a disgraceful thing. How embarrassing!”
- Celia couldn’t stand it anymore when she heard that.
- “Let go of me… Let go of me!”
- Celia tried to struggle free but the security guard slapped her across the face. “You’d better bloody cooperate!”
- Five bright red finger marks could be seen on Celia’s face.
- She was completely stunned.
- She had never been humiliated like that before in her entire life. The slap was not just a slap on her face, but also her pride!
- “How dare you hit me… I’ll fight it out with you!”
- Celia’s eyes turned bloodshot as if she had gone mad. She broke free and pounced at the guard.
- Unsurprisingly, she was no match for the security guard. She was immediately pushed onto the floor and grazed her palm.
- “How dare you stir up trouble!” the general manager scolded. “Tie her up!”
- The two security guards pushed Celia back on the chair, found a rope, and tied her wrists and legs.
- In an instant, there were rope burns on Celia’s wrists.
- “Let me go! Let me go!”
- Celia couldn’t break free and her tears couldn’t stop flowing. “How can you bully me like this!”
- “Bully you?”
- The teller only laughed coldly. “You nearly got me into deep trouble! Do you know what kind of card this is? This card requires a minimum of one billion in the bank account! For an old lady like you, it’s already a miracle if you have a hundred thousand. How can you possibly own such a card?”
- The teller was so angry her face was all red. Earlier, she had felt her soul leave her body when Celia requested to withdraw everything in the card.
- One billion!
- Celia felt a shudder go down her spine. One billion? There’s one billion dollars in this card?
- Her lips trembled and her face was filled with disbelief.
- “Regretting it now? Too late!”
- Looking at how frightened Celia had become, the general manager was very sure that this card didn’t belong to Celia. Otherwise, why did she look like she couldn’t believe what was happening?
- Every person who owned such a card was in a high position, with great influence and insurmountable wealth.
- If the owner found out that their card had been stolen and their money withdrawn, their bank’s reputation would take a fatal hit!
- Thankfully they realized something was wrong fast, and avoided this terrible calamity.
- The general manager gleefully thought to himself about how he would be considered one of the heroes in this incident after Celia confessed everything and got thrown into jail.
- If he could also get in contact with the owner of this card, he’d have a bright future ahead!
- “What do you have to say for yourself?” he shouted as he pulled Celia’s head back by the hair. He didn’t even bother hiding the disgust and disdain on his face.
- If Celia wanted to try to get out of this, he was ready to call the police to take her away.
- “I want to call my daughter…”
- Celia’s voice was trembling, and the tears never stopped flowing.