Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 69

Samuel curled up on the couch in the living room. This woman sure was quick to change her

demeanor, he thought. They were talking about the bed-how did he end up there? 1

Women were such tigresses.

The next day, Samuel went to the bank after he dropped Yvonne at her office.

It was not easy for him to get a queue number. By the time it was his turn, he was simply told that he

needed to make an appointment if he wanted to withdraw two hundred thousand bucks in cash. The

young woman over the counter looked at the credit card in his hand and shook her head. She did not

know which cave this man crawled from. How could h e not know such a simple thing?

"I won’t need an appointment if I have this card, right?" Samuel said.

He was trying to keep a low profile by not heading straight to the VIP room. He never expected to be

treated so disdainfully by a teller.

"Does your card give you special privileges?" the young woman said, smiling. She had never seen a

card like the one in the man’s fingers for half the year she had been working here. She even suspected

that h e walked into the wrong bank.

"Not really special privileges but I do know that your big boss will even count the banknotes piece by

piece for me if he saw me,” Samuel said.

The young woman acted as though it were a joke, not bothering to disguise the contempt in her eyes.

"Sir, this counter is not open for you to make idle boasts,” she said. "Please step aside for other

customers."

After that, she immediately called for the next number, not giving two hoots about Samuel.

He refused to budge. He just blocked the counter, smiling and not saying a word.

"What are you doing?" the teller said impatiently. "I already told you that you can’t withdraw the money.

There's no use hanging around here.”

"What's going on?” An elegant middle-aged woman walked over and asked the teller.

"This man wants to withdraw two hundred thousand bucks, Ma'am. I already told him that he needs to

make an appointment, but he insists on staying here,” the teller explained.

The manager glanced at Samuel. "I'm sorry, sir,” she said in a more cordial tone, "but you need to

inform us in advance if you wish to withdraw a sum of more than fifty thousand. The earliest you'll be

able to withdraw two hundred thousand is tomorrow."

"Can't you make an exception for me?” Samuel said coolly, flashing his card.

The teller mused that this man was mentally impaired. Did he really think that they would make

exceptions just because he asked them to?

The manager's eyes widened into spheres as large as saucers when she saw Samuel's card. Her

entire body trembled as if she were in an earthquake.

She hurriedly shot out from behind the counter and bowed. "My apologies, sir," she said. "We'll be able

to withdraw the money for you today."

The young teller was completely bewildered at the sight of her manager bowing and scraping and

speaking in a tone of utmost deference.

Did her manager suddenly go nuts? Why did her attitude change at the speed of the light?

"Sir, this misunderstanding wouldn’t have happened i f you had gone straight into the VIP room. I

sincerely apologize on behalf of the entire bank. I hope you can forgive us."

The manager's forehead broke out into cold sweat when Samuel remained silent. "Quick! Apologize to

this man,” she told the teller over the counter. "If anything happens, don’t think about keeping this job."

The teller was so confused that she still did not understand the situation, but looking at the manager's

sudden change of attitude, it was bad. "Sir, my apologies for the inconvenience caused! I didn't do it o n

purpose." The teller apologized immediately.

The other people in the queue were surprised at this sequence of events. After all, a manager was

certainly not a lowly grunt in a banking organization. They would not bow to just anyone.

"Who’s that young man? He must be someone prominent."

"He’s probably a young master of a wealthy family who was just trying to quietly take out some money.

H e probably never thought that he would be sneered at b y mere tellers."

"That snob treats customers according to their social status. She deserves to be humiliated."

Samuel finally spoke up. "When can I withdraw the money?”

"Right now, sir. Please follow me," the manager said.

The manager cautiously observed Samuel when they arrived in the VIP room. He was a handsome

young fellow, probably an heir to one of the wealthy families of Cloud City.

While carrying out the transaction, she purposely bent over quite a few times, evidently trying to seduce

him.

She even sat right beside Samuel while she was counting the cash. The thick scent of her perfume

filled his nostrils. From NôvelDrama.Org.

The charm of a mature woman was a poisonous flower to the normal man, but to Samuel, every

woman other than Yvonne was merely grass.

He was unmoved, not even sparing a second glance at her.

The manager quickly huffed in frustration. Perhaps this young man had a special hobby, she thought,

which was to not be attracted to women at all! How could he be completely chaste when he had a pair

of large, silky-smooth breasts practically bouncing in front of him?

Or he was just pretending to be chaste.

She tried bending over a few more times before she finally realized that she could not make a gay man

straight, no matter how seductive she was.

Samuel was not aware of the intention behind the manager’s antics. He left the bank as soon as he got

the money.

The manager saw him off at the exit and watched as h e drove off. Then she exclaimed, "What a pity

that a handsome young man like him doesn't like women!"

She went back inside and summoned the young teller from before into her office.

"Take a few days off," she said, "I'll let you know what will happen soon."

The young teller’s face blanched. It had not been easy for her to secure this job, and she was going to

be fired for reasons lost upon her.

"What did I do wrong, Ma'am? Did he tell you to fire m e?" she asked.

"Someone like him would never be as petty as that. I'm letting you go because you lack

professionalism. You don’t even know the basic workings of a bank. How are you qualified to do this

job?” the manager said, stone cold.

"I don't understand, Ma’am."

"You don't understand? All right then. I'll convince you of your idiocy. The card he was holding is a

unique card the bank gives only to customers who have over ten billion bucks in their account."

Ten billion!

The teller was utterly stupefied.