Chloe stormed toward the VIP room door, her face twisted with frustration. With a sharp tug, she found the door already locked from the inside.
"Gosh, that person is so shameless!" she muttered under her breath.
"Hello…" Inside the room, the account manager was sprawled on the sofa, his attention glued to his phone. When he heard the door suddenly open, he quickly sat up straight. Usually, when VIPs came, the lobby manager, Chloe, would inform him in advance. Why didn't she inform him today?
The account manager subconsciously stood up and walked toward Logan. As an account manager, he knew the 31 VIPs of the bank like the back of his hand. He originally wanted to greet the person who had just walked in to erase any bad impression they would have on his less-than-decent posture just now, but his expression froze when he saw Logan.
He was sure that Logan was not a VIP under his care, and this young man did not seem to be related to any VIP he knew.
"Welcome, Sir. You are…?" The account manager looked at the young man, who seemed about 20 years old. He couldn't for the life of him recognize this person.
"I'm here to withdraw money." Logan went straight to the point and stated his purpose.
"You have our Supreme Card, Sir?" Logan's calm expression made the manager even more suspicious. A VIP who handled business in the VIP room had at least $30,000,000 in savings. This young man obviously looked like he did not have it, but why was he so calm?
"No," Logan admitted frankly.
"I'm sorry. You can't withdraw any money without a card. Can I help you with anything else?" Upon hearing that Logan did not have a card, the account manager was completely relieved and immediately dropped all honorifics with Logan.
This young man must be crazy. How could Chloe be so tactless as to let him in? He would have to bring this up during the meeting on Monday.
Logan suddenly asked, "You have fingerprint identification here, don't you?"
"That's right." The manager was stunned. Only the richest families and financial groups used the fingerprint identification system introduced by the bank. Only a few people could record their fingerprints in this system. As far as he knew, no customer of the Ridgeview branch had ever used it.
"You'd like to use it, Sir?" The account manager subconsciously used honorifics again.
"Yes." Logan nodded.
The manager was suspicious. Logan did not look like a rich man at all. Could he really be someone who had registered an account with the fingerprint identification system?
Truth be told, the manager felt there was a 99.99% chance that Logan was duping him. However, after pondering his options for a few seconds, he finally decided to let Logan try it. What if he was the real deal?
The account manager quickly took out the never-used-before fingerprint identification device from the safe.
"Please place your finger here, Sir." The manager gestured to Logan.
Logan placed his thumb on the verification area.
Beep!
The device emitted a glaring red light, and the words "This fingerprint is not recorded" flashed on the LCD screen.
The manager's expression tightened instantly, and a hostile glint shot out of his eyes. He stopped flipping the phone in his hand and prepared to call 911 to summon the police.
"Take it easy!" Logan hurriedly said, "I might have remembered wrongly. Let me try again using my index finger."
The manager smirked. 'Stop pretending,' he thought. 'Is this a joke? Asking to use his index finger when his thumb doesn't work? And if the index finger doesn't work, is he gonna ask to switch to his middle finger? When he uses up all ten fingers, what then? He's gonna ask to try it with his toes?'
The manager made up his mind. If the index finger didn't work, he would call the police and have Logan arrested.
Just as he was thinking, Logan had already pressed his index finger on the verification area.
Beep! The device lit up with a green light. On the LCD screen, "Verification successful. Family account number 01. Verifier Logan Pearce's account number is 01104."
The manager's face was instantly filled with astonishment. He looked at Logan in disbelief and hurriedly stood up. Squeezing out a smile, he introduced himself, "Mr. Pearce, I'm sorry for my negligence. I'm Larry Fisher, the account manager of the Ridgeview branch. Feel free to contact me for any assistance at all."
"It's fine," Logan said calmly and stood up. "Can I see how much money I have left in my account?"
"Please wait a moment," Larry said before taking a seat in front of the computer and proceeding to operate it. Logan followed Larry's instructions and placed a few fingerprints on the device.
"All right, Mr. Pearce, we're good to go." Larry clicked the "OK" button on the screen, and Logan's account details appeared.
Pointing to the number displayed under the account balance, Larry said, "Mr. Pearce, your personal account currently has one hundred forty-eight million—"
Suddenly, Larry realized his mistake and exclaimed, "No, wait! It's one billion, four hundred eighty-six million, four hundred thirty-eight thousand, four hundred and sixty-two dollars!"
Upon reading the correct balance, Larry couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
He couldn't believe that Logan Pearce, a 20-year-old young man, owned so many assets! This was a sum that almost 99% of the people in the world could never earn in their entire lives.
Logan stared at the numbers on the screen and felt a sense of unfamiliarity. He told himself that he needed to quickly adapt to his true identity as an heir to a vast fortune.
