The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 528 Why Can't I Make the Transfer?

At the sound of the decision, Autumn froze.

She thought she was doomed.

Surprisingly, Kingsley forgave her.

"Th-Thank you, Mr. Nicholson!"

Once she thanked Kingsley, she burst into tears.

She was truly grateful to Kingsley.

"Thank you, Mr. Nicholson! Thank you… I'm sorry for my mistake earlier. Very sorry. And thank you for sparing me..."

She cried, laughed, thanked, and apologized for herself all at once.

In an instant, she drew the attention of the people who were there to conduct transactions.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at counter number one. A woman in her seventies, carrying a worn-out handbag, was demanding in a very upset tone.

"Why can't I transfer the money to them? Why are you stopping me?"

The bank staff at the counter tried to explain gently, "Ma'am, perhaps you should verify the recipient's identity again. As you know, transferring money to strangers can be risky."

"Verify for what? I don't understand!"

The old woman took out a worn-out savings passbook from her handbag and continued, "They told me that I won the first prize! I can only receive the prize money after I pay a transaction fee of seven

thousand today.

"I'm an elderly widow. I'm depending on this prize money for my old age. Why are you stopping me from transferring the fee?!"

It was clear that she had been locked in a stalemate at that counter for quite some time.

The people waiting in line behind her were getting impatient.

"They won't let you transfer because they suspect the recipient is a scammer who wants to swindle your hard-earned money! Why won't you listen, old lady?"

"That's right! Get out of the way! We're waiting to do our transactions!"

"Where are the bank security guards? Get this old lady out of here! She's wasting our time!"

However, the security guards just stood aside, hesitant to pull the old lady away.

They were afraid that she would collapse on the spot in an act to defy and cause them trouble.

Having watched the scene, Trevon furrowed his brows and walked to the counter. He shoved the bank staff aside.

"Why are you wasting time with this old lady? Move over! I'm opening an account and making a deposit for someone."

Trevon could have done it in the VIP room for Kingsley.

But unfortunately, the computer in the VIP room was broken today, so he could only come outside to open an account for Kingsley.

Through the glass, Trevon respectfully said to Kingsley who was standing outside the crowd, "Mr. Nicholson, please come forward. I'll process your account opening and deposit right away."

Upon hearing that, the customers in the queue grew furious.

They protested in dissatisfaction one after another.

"What's going on? Why is VIP allowed to cut in line?!"

"Exactly! First, there's an old lady blocking our line and wasting our time. And now, someone else is cutting in line! What's wrong with your bank?"

"Yeah! We're here to do our business too! Why should we let this person cut in line? This is discrimination! I'm going to report you!"

Trevon's face turned pale and then red.

He wanted to just ignore them and assist Kingsley directly, but he had just promised Kingsley that he would treat all customers equally.

He couldn't just give Kingsley special treatment after making the promise.

That would be going against his promise earlier.

Just then, something came into his mind. He spoke into the microphone and stated, "Everyone, please quiet down. This gentleman, Mr. Nicholson, is making a deposit of 150 million. The procedures are complex. If any of you are in a hurry, you can go to the adjacent counter and wait in line."

As soon as he stated that, the crowd fell silent.

Those who were shouting and protesting just a moment ago quieted down.

They gawked at Kingsley in shock.

150 million?!

They had never seen anyone deposit 150 million in their entire lives. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

In an instant, everyone instinctively took a step back, clearing the path in front of the counter.

Only the old lady remained in front of the counter, stubbornly refusing to move.