Chapter 2

Liam emphasized the word 'outsider'. If it weren't for his precious son, he wouldn't have known that Victor wasn't actually part of the Quinn family by blood.

But in the three years since Victor left, even Liam hadn't expected just how important Victor had been. Not only did he maintain connections with many family leaders, but the moment top-tier families learned Victor was no longer with the Quinns, they had canceled their partnerships one after another.

As a result, the Quinn family had declined over those years, and now the family's elders and shareholders were all hoping for Victor's return.

"I'm begging you," Victor said. "Unfreeze my card. I don't want to completely fall out with the family over money. You should know that if I get serious, I absolutely have the ability to do so."

"Damn it!"

-

Bang!

Liam slammed his phone against the table. After hanging up, he sat in his chair, his expression gloomy.

He was the current head of the Quinn family. He had investigated Victor's situation and knew that for the past three years, he had been treated as nothing more than a joke. He was a complete failure.

But Liam also knew that Victor had once been the most mysterious genius in the business world. With just five million of his own salary, he had grown it into twenty billion in only three years.

It was an absurd feat.

If the matter of Victor's bloodline hadn't been discovered, he would have secured his position as the head of the Quinn family. Under his leadership, the Quinn family might have even risen to become the number one family in the city.

Yet now, a business genius coveted by top-tier families had openly declared that he would go against the family if necessary. How could Liam not take that seriously?

Liam evaluated Victor's current connections and estimated that his chances of pulling it off were at least forty percent. In the end, he picked up the phone.

"Amy, go to the bank now and unfreeze that twenty-billion-dollar account."

-

Ten minutes later, a notification from the bank popped up on Victor's phone, confirming that his twenty billion dollars had officially been unfrozen.

"I really didn't want to do this," he muttered.

Victor stared at the text message. He had mixed emotions.

The Quinn family had raised him and educated him for twenty years. Almost everything he had was given to him by them. Although they had ultimately cast him aside, Victor had never once thought of taking revenge.

But this time, because of Sophie, Victor had no choice but to call Liam and threaten him to get his money back. That money had originally been meant to repay the family's kindness.

Victor rang the bank, informing them that he would be withdrawing three million in cash within thirty minutes.

The bank, upon hearing this, was thrilled and insisted on giving him VIP treatment, hoping he would entrust them with managing his funds.

Victor declined, stating that he wouldn't be investing the money for the time being.

He simply wanted to quietly give the money to Sophie, as he had done in the past. He would solve her problems without making a fuss.

'At this point, I must be one of Northlake City's wealthiest men, right?'

Just as he was thinking that—

Honk, honk, honk!

A Volkswagen came speeding toward him.

Although Victor dodged quickly, the car still clipped him, sending him rolling across the pavement.

The car pulled over, and a stunning young woman in a white blouse and short skirt stepped out of the car.

"Such bad luck!" she complained. "A top-tier VIP client is coming to the bank, and on my way back, I run into some scammer trying to stage an accident!"

She checked the damage to her vehicle with a pained expression, then glanced at Victor, who was sprawled on the ground. Pulling out her wallet, she casually tossed three hundred dollars at him.

"I'll just take the loss! Here's three hundred bucks. It's more than enough to cover the cost of your lousy scooter. If you're not satisfied, go ahead and call the cops!"

"Maya?" Victor was stunned as he looked at her. It was none other than his old college classmate, Maya Howard.

"Victor?" Maya also recognized him. She took one look at his cheap clothes and the battered electric scooter he was riding, and immediately frowned. "No way. You've sunk this low? You're actually running scams now?"

"I was just distracted." Victor scratched his head awkwardly. Technically, the minor accident was partially his fault. "I'll cover your repair costs," he said.

Maya scoffed. "No need. I'm in a hurry to get back to the bank to welcome a billionaire client. If I can land him, I might just give you this car as a hand-me-down. Oh, and he's also a Quinn, but unfortunately, you're from completely different worlds."

Maya instantly dismissed any lingering connection to Victor. If he was so broke that he had to ride a scooter and fake accidents, he had no business having any ideas about her.

"I have things to do," she said. "Got to go. Here's five hundred dollars. Let's just call it a farewell gift from an old classmate."

With that, she drove off in her Volkswagen.

"The billionaire Quinn she's talking about wouldn't happen to be me, right?" Victor let out a dry chuckle.

When he checked his scooter, he realized it was broken. It wouldn't start.

Although he was incredibly wealthy now, this scooter had been his companion for three years. He was attached to it. So, instead of calling a car, he pushed it along the road toward the bank.

A ten-minute ride turned into an hour-long walk.

When he finally arrived at the bank, he was greeted by a massive red banner at the entrance.

"A Warm Welcome to Our VIP Client, Mr. Quinn!"

'So it really is me?'

Victor was dumbfounded.

At that moment, standing at the bank's entrance was a stunning young woman in a white blouse and short skirt. She looked as elegant as a celebrity.

The moment she saw Victor, she froze.

It was Maya.

Seeing him pushing his electric scooter toward the bank, Maya immediately scowled.

"Victor, I already gave you the money. Why are you still bothering me?"

"Uhh." Victor hesitated. "I'm here to withdraw money."

"You? Coming to a bank to withdraw money?" Maya frowned.

If it were just a small amount, he could've used an ATM. But after a moment's thought, she decided to show some generosity for the sake of old times.

"Fine, I'll handle it for you. Just take your cash and leave."

At that moment, a voice interrupted them from behind.

"Maya, why do you keep letting these lowlifes into the bank? Move along! Don't block the entrance!"

A well-dressed man in glasses walked over. His name tag read 'Manager, Justin Grant'.

He had pursued Maya before, but she had rejected him. Ever since, he had made things difficult for her at work. Now, he sneered at her before turning to Victor.

"Hurry up and move that junk out of the way! Don't ruin the bank's image!"

Then, as if to emphasize his point, Justin strode over and kicked over Victor's scooter.

Watching his scooter get knocked down, Victor's temper flared instantly. Without hesitation, he pulled out his Premium Gold Card.

"You've got to be kidding me. Call your boss, Mr. Luther, out here! I'd like to ask him what kind of bank treats a billionaire client like this!"