Alex stared at the big blue sky as he exited Assex Villa.
He felt much better about himself after treating Claire as a mere lunatic.
Claire, however, was extremely furious. She stomped her feet as she cursed Alex. âLook what kind of
man married yourself to? He doesnât have a stable income, and now heâs trying to trick me with a fake
check? Does he think Iâm an idiot? Just look at how arrogant he is now! I told him to make me a meal
and he refused! What is he so busy with anyway? Killing himself?â
Just then, Claire accidentally stepped on a porcelain shard and immediately yelped in pain.
Dorothy took a look at her wound and realized that it was just a scratch. She sighed and said, âIâll be
going to work now. You should get yourself some lunch if youâre hungry.â
Alex returned to where Claireâs accident occured. Jeremiah was long gone and the crowd had
dispersed.
He got into his white BMW M8 and drove to a nearby bank. He wanted to deposit the check that the
Yowells had given him. Everything went smoothly.
At this moment, his bank account had around 70 million dollarsâ worth of savings. He was able to earn
more than the average white-collar worker with the interest from this account alone. Even William
couldnât earn this much when he was alive.
However, Alex was a completely changed man. To him, money was just mere numbers and nothing
more.
âMr. Rockefeller, if you have any deposits or enquiries about loans in the future, you can always come
to me. Iâll be here for you any time, anywhere. Iâll provide any other special services youâd like too.â
The one speaking was a mature woman in her 30s. Dimples were visible on her cheeks as she smiled
brightly. She was the vice president of the bank, Lavender Davis.
When Alex brought the check to be deposited, she was extremely surprised by the large amount it
held. She excitedly volunteered to help him with the procedures as well.
Alex had a large amount of funds after all so it was only normal for her to act in such a way. Every bank
was competing to get star customers. If they were to build a good relationship with such customers, the
bank would surely benefit.
Besides, if she were to establish a personal connection with star customers like Alex, it would benefit
her greatly.
âYeah, okay,â Alex replied dismissively.
âThis is my business card, my personal number is on it. If youâre willing to, Mr. Rockefeller, you can
always add my number into your contacts. Youâll be able to contact me much easier in that way.â
Lavender handed Alex a card.
As Alex reached out to take the card, Lavender brushed her pinky gently against his palm, she had a
mysterious smile plastered on her face as well.
Alex was slightly taken aback.
Her eyes gave away her intentionsâshe was trying to invite him toâ¦
However, Alex was not interested in her. He could tell that the woman was wearing thick makeup. She
wasnât any prettier than Claire, let alone Dorothy.
âThanks, but I wonât need your number. My wife wouldnât like it if I have other women in my contacts.â
Alex smiled and turned around, leaving the bank.
A few moments later, he noticed a big and familiar figure. It was Nicholas Hudson.
Alex was overjoyed and rushed over to him. Just as he was about to call out to him, Nicholas dropped
to his knees and knelt before a woman in public.
He noticed that Nicholasâs voice was trembling. âCharis, please, donât go! I canât live on without you!â
The woman was enraged. âLet go of me! Who do you think you are? Do you really think youâre good
enough to date me? Look at yourself, you donât have the looks or the body! Most importantly, youâre
even poorer than I am. How would you pay for my expenses, then? You canât even get me a purse!
Just let go of me and scram!â