Chapter 25
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On the other end of the line, President Ross, who had just finished dinner with the head of the state, trembled in fear, cold sweat running down his back.
Ross spoke in the most humble tone, "Mr. Lee, I'm terribly sorry! Please give me the address. Within two minutes, no matter what, I will give you a satisfactory explanation!"
After hanging up, Ethan approached Sophia. Seeing the slap marks on her face and the rope burns on her wrists, he was filled with rage, ready to kill them all. Ethan untied Sophia's hands, gently caressing her wounds. "How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?"
With tears streaming down her face, Sophia hugged Ethan tightly. "They framed me..."
Ethan patted her back softly. "Don't worry, I'm here now. Everyone who hurts you will pay."
At that moment, the bank's security guards rushed in. Seeing their reinforcements, the manager regained his confidence, standing with hands on hips, he yelled, "You thief, not only did you steal, but you also assaulted us! With these charges, you'll be going to jail! Security, arrest this punk!"
Ethan looked at the manager coldly, as if he were staring at a dead man.
Before the manager could finish, the internal phone on the desk suddenly rang. The manager glanced at the caller ID and nearly wet himself: 'It's the office of the World Bank's general manager!'
Cautiously, the manager answered the phone, only to be met with a furious tirade. "John, are you blind? Questioning a supreme client of the Bank? Who do you think you are? I'm telling you, if you don't handle this properly, not only will you lose your job, but I'll also have your head!"
The call ended, leaving John pale and lifeless. Immediately after, the phone rang again and again.
The branch managers from all levels of the World Bank, leaders John rarely saw, were all frantically calling him.
Each call contained the same message: "If you don't satisfy this distinguished guest, you're dead! Don't doubt me, I mean it."
Only then did the manager remember Ethan mentioning a call to someone named Ross. 'Isn't the president of the World Bank named Ross? Could this man truly be the owner of that supreme card?'
The manager swallowed hard, his clumsy body losing all strength, collapsing to the ground. Donnie, the teller with a mouth full of blood, stepped forward to offer advice, "Manager! We have so many people, there's no need to fear him! I'll call the police right away. Let's see how cocky they are when the cops arrive!"
At this point, the manager felt nothing but hatred for Donnie. His words only fueled his rage. The manager sprang up and started beating Donnie furiously.
"You're a bank teller yet you can't even f*cking recognize a VIP? And you wrongfully accused her of theft? What's the point of having eyes if you can't use them?!"
All of the manager's anger was vented on Donnie, beating him until his face was covered in blood, leaving him convulsing on the ground. Poor Donnie was left unconscious.
After dealing with Donnie, the manager begged for mercy. "Sir, I'm sorry! This is all my fault! I didn't recognize your esteemed identity. I misunderstood your wife. I was foolish!"
The manager began slapping his own face repeatedly. "Sir, please, I beg you to forgive me!"
Ethan ignored him, his face a mask of cold fury. His deathly stare made the manager tremble.
Seeing no forgiveness, the manager turned his attention to the weakened Sophia, thinking, 'If I can gain her forgiveness, I might survive this.'
He crawled to Sophia, tears streaming down his face. "Honorable lady, it was my fault. I apologize. You can hit me or curse me, but please give me a chance to atone. I beg you!"
Through his tears, the manager pleaded, "I have elderly parents and young children who depend on me. You may have a child, too. Please have mercy on me. Punish me however you want, just spare my life!"
Sophia, seeing the miserable manager, bit her lip tightly. She looked helplessly at Ethan. "Ethan, I... I want to go home..."
Ethan immediately supported her gently. "Alright, I'll take you home."
Seeing Sophia's weak steps, Ethan didn't ask for her consent and simply picked her up in a bridal carry. As he walked out, the security guards, pale with fear, quickly moved aside, not daring to block him.
Just as Ethan stepped out the door and everyone sighed in relief, he suddenly stopped. In the bank, his voice echoed like a demon from hell as he demanded, "Who touched my wife?"
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