Chapter 126 The Black Card
The teller’s heart was pounding. What’s that?
That was a premium black card. It was rumored that there were only fifty cards available nationwide. Black cards had a minimum of a hundred million and a limit of a hundred billion!
How on earth did a premium card end up in Pollerton?
“Excuse me, Ms. Wilson. Are you the holder of this card?” the teller inquired.
As the card had been encrypted, she could not find any information about the card owner in the system.
Jennifer replied, “No, I am not. However, I am entrusted with this card at the moment.”
The teller then said, “Please wait a moment. Let me get my branch manager.”
“Manager, please look at this,” the teller called out.
The branch manager was a middle-aged man over fifty years of age with a potbelly. He rushed over impatiently. “What’s the hassle?”
“Please take a look at this, sir. I am not sure if there’s a mistake in the system,” the teller replied anxiously.
The manager snorted and went to the back of the counter. As he sat down and checked the information on the system, his eyes widened in disbelief.
“Miss, this card isn’t yours, is it?” the manager asked suspiciously.
She could only cash out a little over two hundred thousand after going through eight cards. She’s definitely not rich. She can’t possibly possess such a premium card.
Jennifer repeated what she had told the bank teller.
After the manager heard her explanation, he was still suspicious. “I apologize, but the origin of this card is still unknown. We have the right to suspect that you either found the card elsewhere or obtained it illegally. We will have to detain you.”
Jennifer began to panic. “How can this be? I told you, this is my card!”
“Please follow me,” the manager said. He led Jennifer into a meeting room.
When they were alone in the meeting room, the manager asked Jennifer calmly, “Ms. Wilson, do you have any idea what kind of card this is?”
Jennifer looked at the seemingly ordinary debit card and said, “It’s just a normal bank card. In it is the money we have put aside for childcare.”
The manager replied coldly, “Well, that proves that this isn’t your card. Please tell me where you got this card, or we will have to call security. According to the law, what you’re doing now is illegal.”
That’s funny. Who on earth would have a starting amount of a hundred million for childcare?
“You’re being unreasonable!” Jennifer was losing her patience.
The manager sneered, “You are the one who is being unreasonable here! Do you have any idea what kind of card this is? Do you know how much money is in this card?”
Jennifer was taken aback. “I don’t know…”
“You don’t know?” the manager mocked. “This card has a minimum of a hundred million, and you can withdraw up to a hundred billion from any bank!”
Jennifer’s eyes widened. She had a look of disbelief on her face. “That’s impossible!” she denied.
The branch manager then took out his phone and said to Jennifer as he dialed, “That’s the truth. You leave me no choice. Whoever owns this card is very wealthy. I suspect that you obtained this card through illegal means. I am calling the police.”
Jennifer panicked. “Give me back my card! I don’t want to withdraw anymore!”
Seeing her reaction, the manager was convinced of his assumption. He had a feeling that he was about to gain merit in the bank.
Jennifer struggled to take back her card. He lifted his hand and gave her arm a hard slap.
“Ouch!” Jennifer cried out in pain and quickly retracted her arm.
Her fair and slender right arm was now red and swollen.
“This card belonged my ex-husband. He gave it to me! Give it back!” Jennifer begged with tears in her eyes.
After a while, the door swung open. A few staff members in uniform came in and took the card. After a few minutes of discussion, they moved aside and continued their investigation.
“They are from the Central Bank of Pollerton. The general manager will be coming. They will begin a second verification process. Once confirmed, we will report to the police to file the case,” said the branch manager.
