OUT OF PRISON; HIS REVENGE BEGINS

0014

[Nicholas G. Amethyst Black]

The members of the Clark Family went wild once again. Ryan's Platinum card required a thirty million deposit, the Diamond card required a hundred million, and the Supreme cardholders needed at least five hundred million dollars in their account.

Amethyst Bank had a specific hierarchy for their bank cards, and the highest level was the Black card, which needed a billion-dollar deposit. Everyone knew there were only less than three Black cardholders in the city, not even Theodore Martin.

Georgina and Esther were too stunned to speak as they stared at the card. It was their first time seeing an Amethyst Black card up close.

"It might be just a sticker!" Someone shouted, and at that moment, Nicholas heard them sigh in relief. They thought that Nicholas's card appearance was just a sticker for display; after all, he was poor.

Ryan, silent in shock for a minute, regained his momentum and laughed again. "You're so pathetic and disgusting, Nicholas!" He walked to the center, urging the crowd to laugh with him. "Poor people would try all tricks to pretend they're rich like us."

Nicholas just smiled in response. Georgina finally found the right time to check the card. She stood up and saw the waiter swiping the card for the bill. Georgina whispered to Nicholas, "Can you stop embarrassing yourself? Get your card back and break it into pieces!" But Nicholas just smiled at her, making Georgina frown. "Do you even have enough money on that card?"

Nicholas nodded confidently. "You gave me money every day, right? I saved it along with my previous savings." The crowd laughed again, thinking Nicholas was just being ambitious and pathetic.

After a few minutes, they settled everything, and the rest of the family left. Theodore waited for an opportunity to be alone with Nicholas. He quietly pulled Nicholas aside in his car and stared at him with admiration.

"We finally met again!" Theodore said with excitement as he hopped into the driver's seat. Confused, Nicholas looked around. "Where are you taking me?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

"I'll take you to meet some people! They all wanted to see you, sir!" Nicholas noticed Theodore's hands trembling as he gripped the steering wheel. "You must come with me," Theodore insisted.

Without a second thought, Nicholas agreed, "Fine, I'll go with you." He fastened his seatbelt and glanced outside the window. 'Is this guy excited or what? He can't even hold the steering wheel properly?' he thought.

In no time, they arrived at Nightfall Oasis, one of the most luxurious and finest bars in Warlington. One night out would cost you ten thousand dollars.

Luxury cars were parked outside the bar, a testament to its high reputation. "What are we doing here?" Nicholas asked as he stepped out of Theodore's car.

Nicholas frowned as he scanned the surroundings. He wasn't a fan of noisy places, so he already knew he wouldn't enjoy his time there.

"Surprise!" Theodore said with a wide smile. "Sir, the owner of this bar is none other than Cyrus Lockwood!" Theodore happily announced, but Nicholas took a moment to remember who that was.

Cyrus, once an ordinary employee in Godfrey's company, was chosen by Nicholas for his skills and promoted to manager. Cyrus worked hard, saved up, and eventually quit to start his own business.

Nicholas had no idea that Cyrus would become so successful in the city. "As expected of him," Nicholas thought with admiration.

"Sir Nicholas, why don't you go inside first? Please wait for us in Room 888," Theodore suggested. Nicholas glanced at the entrance and hummed. "We will prepare a surprise for you in a minute. You will love it!" Before Nicholas could even object, Theodore had already left.

With no other option, Nicholas sighed and entered the nightclub. He admired the details and architecture, nodding to himself, thinking, 'No wonder this bar is popular; even the bar attendant at the door is gorgeous.'

As he walked inside, Nicholas grinned, thinking he would like the place. But the loud music hit him like a wave. Nicholas felt a bit overwhelmed by the blinding lights and people dancing wildly on the floor. "What the hell is this place?" he uttered. "Am I that old? This place isn't for me," he continued as he wandered around the dance floor.

"Oh? Isn't this the useless Nicholas Clark?" Nicholas heard the same insult he had faced for years. Initially, he wanted to ignore it but turned to see who had just mentioned his name.

Nicholas was surprised and annoyed when he saw Blaire before him. "What did you just call me? Sir?" he playfully teased, flashing a smirk. Blaire was clearly itching to retort, but she held back, knowing she had bigger plans for the night. She had brought her client to the bar, hoping to secure a million-dollar commission through a business deal.

"Why are you even here? You can't afford this place," Blaire scoffed, eyeing Nicholas from head to toe. "Is this where you spend the money Gina gives you?"

Nicholas chuckled, not bothered by her jabs. "I don't find places like this interesting," he replied, stepping closer to her. "But I do wonder when you'll finally address me as 'Sir.'"

Before Blaire could reply, a burly man named Wyatt approached Nicholas. "Miss Smith, do you know him? Is he bothering you? Should I teach him a lesson?" Blaire's face lit up with a proud smile. "Nicholas, meet Wyatt Collins. He's the head of security here at Nightfall Oasis. If I ask him to, he can kick you out in no time."

However, Nicholas was unfazed. He knew Wyatt's title was more show than substance; the guy was just a watchman at the nightclub, trying to act tough.

"Did you hear that, boy? Now go away!" Wyatt stepped forward, attempting to intimidate Nicholas with his bulging muscles and larger frame.

"What's with the attendants? How come they let a piece of s**t like you inside this place? You probably couldn't even afford to stay for an hour here," Wyatt continued insulting him. But Nicholas just ignored them with a smile and went straight to Room 888.

Nightfall Oasis's private rooms were a sight to behold, with soundproof glass walls and dark-toned curtains ensuring clients' privacy. But the most jaw-dropping one was Room 888. It had the most epic view from the outside and a completely unique interior design.

As Nicholas settled into the lavish room, Wyatt caught up with him, shouting, "Stop!" But Nicholas didn't pay him any mind. Wyatt assumed he was there to cause trouble. After all, Room 888 was for the super-rich VVIPs, decked out with gold-plated equipment and costing a whopping eight hundred thousand dollars per hour.

Nicholas calmly sipped his coffee inside the grand room. Blaire learned from Wyatt that Nicholas had entered Room 888 and found it hilarious. 'This exclusive place isn't for losers like him!' she thought, feeling smug.

Wyatt told Blaire that Room 888 had been empty for six months, and not even he, as someone close to the owner, could casually enter it. But he wanted to impress Blaire, so he thought he'd look cool and powerful by beating Nicholas up.

"Are you deaf? Get out of that room!" Wyatt shouted before he barged inside Room 888 and grabbed Nicholas's collar. His ego got the best of him, and he couldn't help but roar excitedly.

Over twenty men lined up behind Wyatt, eager to follow his lead. "What's going on, Wyatt?" one of them asked.

Wyatt smirked, still holding Nicholas's collar. He looked at Blaire and asked, "Miss Smith, what should I do to him?"

Blaire glanced at Nicholas, but his calm demeanor just made her angrier. "Make him kneel on the ground! And if he doesn't obey, throw him out!" she ordered, stomping her high heels on the floor for emphasis.