Chapter 2069
The First Heir
George stroked his beard and said, âYes, this is the card.â
Then, George said earnestly, âYoung Madam, is there a golden island symbol on the bottom left corner
of this card?â
Wynn took a look and really saw it.
In the past, Philip gave her this card and told her that there was some money in it that she could use on
a rainy day.
At this moment, Wynn looked at Philip and pursed her lips.
Philip put his hands in his trouser pockets and smiled faintly. If he remembered correctly, this card was
issued at the bank in Riverdale last time. There should be one billion in it.
Back then, when Martha went to check the balance, she was almost scared to death by 100 million!
When Philip opened an account for Wynn, he deposited one billion. George knew about this. After all,
Philipâs property distribution must be done through the Clarke familyâs vault. Thus, George contacted
the bank president at that time. The card issued to Wynn was also the Clarke familyâs exclusive card!
However, Wynn did not notice it at that time, and neither did Philip.
George smiled and said, âYoung Madam, this card is the symbol of the Clarke family! Only the core
personnel of the Clarke family are worthy to have it. Do you know how much money is in it?â
One billion was really not that much.
At Georgeâs questions, Wynn shook her head blankly.
Philip smiled and said, âWynnie, letâs do this. It just so happens that George and I have to discuss
something that you wonât understand, so why donât you go downstairs? Thereâs a big international bank
downstairs and you can help me withdraw some money. You can also check the balance in the card.â
While saying that, both Philip and George had mysterious smiles on their faces.
Wynn nodded confusedly, picked up her bag, and went downstairs. On the way, the more Wynn
thought about it, the more she did not believe it.
Could it be that exaggerated?
No matter how powerful the Clarkes were, they were just a family, not a country. How could they own
70% of the worldâs industry?
With this in mind, Wynn arrived at an international bank.
Philip did not say how much to withdraw. Wynn waited in line and it was finally her turn.
âHello, Miss, how may I help you?â the teller at the front desk asked politely.
âI want to withdraw some money.â
âHow much do you want to withdraw?â
Wynn thought about it and said in a huff, âUmmm⦠I want to withdraw all the money in here.â
She thought to herself, âLetâs see how much money is inside this so-called Clarke familyâs exclusive
card.â
In Wynnâs opinion, there would only be a few million dollars in the card at most.
After all, even if the Clarke family was rich, they probably could not put a few hundred million in a card.
The teller at the front desk inserted Wynnâs card into a machine on the counter and the data was
extracted. After three to five seconds, the teller at the front desk screamed before falling off the stool!
Wynn was taken aback, wondering what was going on. Was she scared by the amount of money?
Had a bank teller never seen a few million dollars?
After a while, the teller got up with an expression as if she had seen a ghost!
âA-Are you sure you want to withdraw all the money in here?â the teller reconfirmed.
âYes. If you have a case to put the money in, please give me two. Iâll buy them at market price.â
Wynn smiled politely, thinking that this teller was really kicking up such a big fuss. She must be a
newcomer.
The teller took the card, looked at the golden island sign on it, and almost fainted!
Seeing the tellerâs nervous look, Wynn asked with concern, âAre you alright?â
The teller was taken aback. She gulped and hurriedly said to Wynn, âPlease wait a moment. This
matter is too big. I canât handle it for you. Please wait as I get the branch manager!â
After Wynn nodded, the teller lady ran out with a whoosh like an arrow that left the bowl
âManager, take a look! Something bad has happened!â The teller rushed into the managerâs office while
shouting.
Inside the office, the manager was talking to a VIP customer about the terms of a loan when a teller
from the front desk rushed toward him like a frightened wild horse.
The manager glared at her and said, âMary, why are you so flustered? Donât you know how to knock on
the door? Donât you know I have guests here?â
Mary quickly bowed and apologized. âIâm sorry, Manager, but this case is too big. I have to report it to
you! â
The manager nodded and said a few polite words to the client. Then, with a teacup in hand, he led
Mary to the door.