The Amazing son in law Chapter 812

“Yes, I am Elaine. My approach is like a whirlwind; I leave nothing in my wake!”

With the card firmly clutched in her hand, she stepped into the bank, a mix of excitement and determination coursing through her.

A bright and eager young man approached her the moment she entered. “Hello! How can I assist you today? Let me get you a number.”

Elaine waved the sleek black card and responded enthusiastically, “I’d like to make a transfer!”

The young woman’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of the card!

All Citibank employees had undergone extensive professional training before starting their roles, which included a segment highlighting the significance of the black card!

This black card was Citibank’s most prestigious offering, with only one hundred in existence worldwide, and merely five allocated for the entire country!

Holders of the black card were considered Citibank’s elite VIPs, entitled to personalized service and the highest level of respect and hospitality from the top executives at any branch!

The young staff member never imagined that the fabled black card would make an appearance in a second-tier city like Aurous Hill!

She hurried over, bowing respectfully, “Dear esteemed guest, please follow me to the VIP reception room! I’ll have our bank manager personally take care of your needs!”

Feeling an exhilarating rush at successfully impressing the bank staff, Elaine lifted her chin and declared pompously, “Let’s get moving! If there’s any delay, I’ll make sure your bank manager hears about it!”

The young staff member jumped in alarm, replying, “I’m sorry! This way, please!”

She guided Elaine to the VIP reception area, asked the service staff to bring her a glass of water, and then dashed to the bank manager’s office, bursting through the door without knocking. “Manager! Manager! We have a VIP in the bank!”

The manager frowned, taken aback by the intrusion. “Hey, watch your tone! Why are you so flustered? Customers will think our staff is unprofessional!”

Gasping for breath, the young woman explained, “Manager, there’s a black card VIP waiting in the VIP room! She’s here for some transactions!”

The manager immediately stood up, his eyes widening in disbelief. “What? Repeat that!”

“A black card VIP is here! She’s in the VIP room! Hurry!”

“Oh my goodness!” The manager felt dizzy, almost in disbelief. “A black card VIP? Are you sure? There are only five in the country, and I’ve never even seen one!”

“I’m absolutely sure!” the young staff member confirmed. “I studied the black card during training, and I know it’s the real deal!”

Quickly straightening his tie and tidying himself up, the manager rushed toward the VIP room.

A holder of the black card represented the pinnacle of exclusivity. Anyone possessing it was a billionaire, with a net worth in the hundreds of billions!

Rumors suggested that the five black cards were distributed to the most prominent families in the nation. He wondered which family this distinguished guest belonged to—was it the Wade family, the Banks family of Eastcliff, or one of the other three elite families?

The manager sprinted to the VIP room, paused to catch his breath behind the door, gently knocked, and entered. There, he found Elaine lounging on the sofa like a commanding empress, her leg crossed and a triumphant smile plastered across her face.

Elaine couldn’t shake the wide grin off her face as she contemplated her newfound wealth of $21.9 billion; her excitement was nearly overwhelming. Original content can be found at Fɪnd-Novel.net

At first glance, the manager couldn’t discern Elaine’s background, but recognizing the black card in her hand, he approached with a respectful demeanor. “Hello, our esteemed VIP guest. I’m Dorian Lee, the manager of this branch. You can call me Lee.”

Elaine nodded with an air of superiority and said, “Hi, Lee. Glad you’re here. I want to make a transfer, but your ridiculous ATM only allows me to transfer a million dollars a day! What’s the deal? I have twenty billion in my account—how long will it take if I can only do one million a day? I’ll be waiting forever!”

Lee apologized sincerely, saying, “I understand your frustration. Honestly, the ATM is designed for regular customers with average needs. It’s just a basic machine with limited capacity, not equipped to handle transactions of your magnitude as a black card VIP! Wouldn’t you agree?”

He quickly added, “For a supreme VIP like yourself, simply showing the black card at any Citibank location guarantees you the most exclusive treatment. Our managers will serve you personally; we can’t allow you to use the ATM for such transactions!”