Chapter ４

But Reuben Jones conspicuously ignored Jeffrey Brown.

“Sir, what do you want?”

A gorgeous staff member asked Reuben Jones once he arrived. The employee felt Reuben Jones was a beggar. “I'll take money,” Reuben Jones said.

“Wait in the line.” A lazy employee pointed out the long line of waiting.

“I think VIP clientele don't have to line up?” said Reuben Jones, grinning.

A $20 million deposit is required to become a VIP at this bank. 

So, based on his shabby appearance, does it look like A vip he is  ? If a VIP, I am the richest man alive.”

Jeff Brown was ecstatic when he heard Reuben Jones' words.

“This is a bank,” he said furiously.

I'm a VIP or super VIP, you know,” Reuben Jones grinned.

 Jeffrey Browns giggled. Others in the crowd giggled, thinking Reuben Jones was mentally ill and smug.

The employee looked worse. Your foolish coaxing and interference with our work will result in punitive measures.

Two large security guards approached Reuben Jones.

“I am a fantastic VIP,” Reuben Jones shouted.   If that's not enough, bring your boss.”

Jeffrey Brown was energized by Reuben Jones' deflated. Hey, how can you judge someone by their looks? His clothes are inferior than my family's. He cleaned the cloths on his electric bike.   Allow him to input his VIP card. “Get it.”

It did. “I have VIP.” Reuben Jones smirked and took out a card. . A gold serpent pattern  inscribed underneath it.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Reuben Jones' black gold VIP card. 

Jeffrey Brown was astonished. He didn't think Reuben Jones could get a VIP card, but he was wrong. It wasn't his.

You're a genuine mental patient, Reuben Jones, calling a scrap card a VIP card? Jeffrey Brown scoffed and drew a golden shimmer. “I can clearly see the mentally challenged, this is the bank's VIP card,” Reuben Jones answered. ?

The staffer misidentified Reuben Jones' black gold card. “Not our bank's VIP card!” he mocked.

  His black gold card is a rarity. Jeffrey Brown eludes us. “I am a noble black gold card,” he grinned at Jeffrey Brown's enticing glance. ”

Reuben Jones was calm. Jeffrey Brown, please talk less if you have limited knowledge to avoid embarrassment. 

Jeffrey Brown couldn't rage at Reuben Jones' trash. If you can show me your black gold card, I will rush to your aid. Do you dare divorce Annabelle Smith if you loose?

Reuben Jones didn't dare to bet with him .

“It's okay to gamble,” Reuben Jones bizarrely replied.

“Why are you scared now? !

  Jeffrey Brown tapped and waved. “ As a higher VIP card owener, please accept my highest respect!”

He walked towards Reuben Jones.

Reuben Jones smiled.

“Stop talking, show me.” Jeffrey Brown shouted.