Silver Shores Bank, the most luxurious and secure bank in the world, had branches wherever a city’s GDP met the standard.
Now, Raymond stood at the bank’s entrance.
Because the bank offered exclusive services for the wealthy, the moment he stepped inside, a beautiful, professionally dressed young woman approached him with a smile.
“Hello, sir. May I ask what service you need today?”
“I’d like to see your bank manager.”
She looked troubled, though her smile didn’t fade.
“Do you have an appointment?”
It was laughable, did he think he could just walk in and meet a bank manager, especially at Silver Shores?
Raymond said nothing, taking out a pure violet-colored card, no numbers, no chip, not even a single letter engraved on it.
The receptionist glanced at it and her smile disappeared,
