Chapter 0003

Does he have no shame? Chloe hurried after Logan with a look of chagrin on her face. She tried to open the door to the VIP room, but it had been locked from the inside.

"Hello?" Inside the VIP room, Larry Fisher, the bank manager, was leaning against the sofa, looking at his phone. When the door suddenly opened, he quickly sat down and hid his phone away. Normally, when a VIP was coming in, Chloe would notify him in advance.

As the customer manager, he was responsible for thirty-one VIPs, and he knew them like the back of his hand. He immediately began to launch into his normal professional greeting, hoping to undo the poor impression he'd made by slouching against the sofa, but when he saw Logan, his expression froze.

He was certain that Logan was not one of his VIPs, nor was he a relative of one.

"May I ask who you are?" Larry asked, looking at the young man, who appeared to be around twenty years old. Larry had no idea who he was.

Logan got straight to the point. "I'm here to get my money."

"You have one of our cards?" Larry asked, suspicious of Logan's calm expression.

"No," Logan admitted frankly.

Larry was relieved to seemingly be proven right, but even more confused. Access to the VIP room required a minimum worth of three million dollars, but this man didn't have any money. Why was he so composed?

"I'm sorry, sir. We can't give out money without a card. Do you require anything else?"

He was crazy, Larry thought. Why on earth did Chloe let him in? I'll have to speak to her about this at Monday's meeting.

"You have fingerprint recognition here, right?" Logan suddenly asked.

The fingerprint ID system at the bank was for the wealthiest families and businesses to use. Only a few people had their fingerprints recorded in the system, at least in the Ridgeview branch, and no one had used it to access their holdings yet.

"You want to use it?" Larry could no longer bring himself to call Logan "sir."

"Yes." Logan nodded.

Larry was feeling more confused by the second. Why would someone who wasn't even a customer request to use a fingerprint ID?

To be honest, even though he was curious, Larry felt that it was barely worth humouring the request. But after considering for a few seconds, he finally decided to let Logan make the attempt rather than risk making him angry.

He opened the safe and brought out the fingerprint identification device, which he had never used before.

"Place your thumb here." Larry indicated the verification area to Logan, who placed his thumb on the sensor.

[Beep!]

The device lit up with a glaring red light, and the LCD screen displayed the words [Fingerprint not recorded].

Immediately, Larry's expression turned hostile, and he glared at Logan. He picked up his phone, ready to call the police.

"Wait, wait!" Logan said quickly. "Maybe that was the wrong print. I'll try using my index finger this time."

Larry smiled coldly. "What's your plan here? Your thumb doesn't work, so you'll try your index finger. Then, if your index finger doesn't work, you'll try your middle finger. When you run out of fingers, will you try using your toes?"

But Logan had already pressed his index finger on the verification area.

Larry resolved that if the man's fingerprints weren't accepted this time, he would immediately call the police and have him arrested.

[Beep!] A green light appeared on the device and new details flashed up on the LCD screen: [Verification successful. Family account: 01. Verifier: Logan Pearce. Account: 01104.]

Larry gaped at Logan in disbelief for a moment, and then hurriedly squeezed out a smile. "Mr. Pearce, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I'm Larry Fisher, the customer manager for the Ridgeview branch. Please allow me to assist you."

"It's fine," Logan said lightly and stood up. "Can I see how much money I have left in my account?"

"Please wait a moment." Larry sat in front of the computer and typed away for a while. On his instructions, Logan provided a few more fingerprint scans as authorization.

"It's done, Mr. Pearce." Larry clicked the "OK" button on the screen, and Logan's account appeared.

Larry pointed to the computer screen and said, "Mr. Pearce, the balance of your account is currently eighty-six million dollars."

Larry couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

This young man had an enormous fortune. It placed him in the topflight of the one per cent. Most people would never be able to even dream of that much money.

Logan felt strange as he stared at the numbers on the screen. He reminded himself that he needed to get used to his status as a rich kid as soon as possible.

"Oh, and you have other assets as well. Let me show you now." Larry clicked through to check several pages in a row. Finally, he clicked the "OK" button again.