The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

At this time, Wynn came over to help Martha was still trembling to walk.

Together, they made their way to the resting area in the corner of the room and took a seat. Philip frowned, took out the card, and passed it over the counter. He said calmly, “Please ask your manager to come out.” The young lady at the counter was taken aback before she sneered. “Sir, do you really think there’s a hundred billion in that card?” What a joke. After the old lady was a young man. Was the whole family full of lunatics? However, Philip smiled faintly, “Then, I’ll withdraw the money.” The young lady looked at him in disdain as she mumbled under her breath, “So poor, yet he still wants to withdraw money. He really thinks he has a hundred billion!” The young lady accessed the bank’s system as she complained. She instructed in an unfriendly manner, “Key in your password.” Philip obliged. The young lady continued to operate the system. However, when she saw the balance of the card, she stood up in shock while her jaw dropped to the floor! The disdain and contempt on her face were quickly replaced with surprise and incredulity! At the same time, the other employees behind the counter began to crowd around her. When they saw the card’s balance, they were all astounded! There… there really was one hundred billion! The old woman had not been lying! One hundred billion, my goodness! All of them had worked in the bank for several years, but none of them had ever seen so much money! In their small bank branch, they only had tens of millions in the vault! “Sir, please wait for a moment. I will call the manager now.” The young lady at the counter came back to her senses and immediately bent over and bowed to Philip before she quickly staggered her way to the manager’s office. Without knocking on the door, Yolanda Lee barged in,

two of them. Hence, she hurriedly turned around to leave. Patrick’s face turned cold. He told the female subordinate under the desk

was now full of fear. She kept her head down as she apologized repeatedly. The other teller on duty put on her clothes, huffed at Yolanda, and left with her head held high. “Tell me, what’s the matter?” Patrick was displeased. He had