Honorable Hubby Behind Me

Chapter 69

Samuel curled up on the couch in the living room. This woman sure was quick to change her demeanor, he thought. They were talking about the bed-how did he end up there? 1

Women were such tigresses.

The next day, Samuel went to the bank after he dropped Yvonne at her office.

It was not easy for him to get a queue number. By the time it was his turn, he was simply told that he needed to make an appointment if he wanted to withdraw two hundred thousand bucks in cash. The young woman over the counter looked at the credit card in his hand and shook her head. She did not know which cave this man crawled from. How could he not know such a simple thing?

"I won't need an appointment if I have this card, right?" Samuel said.

He was trying to keep a low profile by not heading straight to the VIP room. He never expected to be treated so disdainfully by a teller.

"Does your card give you special privileges?" the young woman said, smiling. She had never seen a card like the one in the man's fingers for half the year she had been working here. She even suspected that he walked into the wrong bank.

"Not really special privileges but I do know that your big boss will even count the banknotes piece by piece for me if he saw me," Samuel said.

The young woman acted as though it were a joke, not bothering to disguise the contempt in her eyes. "Sir, this counter is not open for you to make idle boasts," she said. "Please step aside for other customers."

After that, she immediately called for the next number, not giving two hoots about Samuel.

He refused to budge. He just blocked the counter, smiling and not saying a word. "What are you doing?" the teller said impatiently. "I already told you that you can't withdraw the money. There's no use hanging around here."

"What's going on?" An elegant middle-aged woman walked over and asked the teller.

him that he needs to make an appointment, but he insists on staying here," the teller

inform us in advance if you wish

for me?" Samuel said

was mentally impaired. Did he really think

manager's eyes widened into spheres as large as saucers when she saw

out from behind the counter and bowed. "My apologies, sir," she said. "We'll be

was completely bewildered at the sight of her manager bowing and scraping and

did her

had gone straight into the VIP room. I sincerely apologize on behalf of the

sweat when Samuel remained silent. "Quick! Apologize to this man," she told the teller over the counter. "If anything happens,

did not understand the situation, but looking at the manager's sudden change of attitude, it

surprised at this sequence of events. After all, a manager was certainly not a lowly grunt in a

man? He must be someone

master of a wealthy family who was just trying to quietly take out some money. He probably never thought that he would

to their social status. She deserves

"When

follow me," the manager

cautiously observed Samuel when they arrived in the VIP room. He was a handsome young fellow, probably an heir to one of

bent over quite a few times, evidently trying to seduce

beside Samuel while she was counting the

woman was a poisonous flower to the normal man, but to Samuel,

sparing a