Chapter ５

“What happened?” said a voice. “Why are there so many people?”

A woman in a suit approached grimacing . The woman was very appealing, displaying an useless card and stating it was a superior VIP card. Who knew our bank just had VIP cards, and there was no super VIP card?”

“super VIP card?” the manager said, 

“Yes!  The manager's expression was inappropriate, and he continued to advise the security officer

Reuben Jones' expression did not change. “Is this your bank's approach towards super VIP customers?” she asked the manager, holding the card in his hand.

“You guys stop!” the manager said, angered by Reuben Jones' special VIP card.  It's the top VIP customer of our bank! ”

Everyone was stunned, unable to answer for a while.

“Dear VIP customer, welcome, please excuse us for our irresponsibility,” the manager said modestly as he ran in front of Reuben Jones. It's true.  We offer a dedicated VIP channel for the best and fastest service.”

It astounded him and everyone else.

“Jeffrey Brown, keep your promise,” Reuben Jones smiled. “Kneel.”

He shouted and stormed out of the bank, accusing Reuben Jones.

The VIP private reception room has a special teller machine that combines cutting-edge technology to secure the top customer's property.

Reuben Jones' pulse quickened after inputting the password!

Trillions...

It's above 80 billion!

His head felt a little light, his body shook with pleasure, and he burst out laughing.

Reuben Jones has  earned over 80 billion.

Reuben Jones acquired another ordinary bank card and transferred $30,000 to it after three minutes of quiet. 

How would Annabelle Smith respond if he gave her his money to help her overcome the obstacles? What fun! Consider and rejoice.

Reuben Jones left the bank and headed home.  He rode home a bit later.

Unfortunately, the electric car did not stop in time and slammed into the Porsche, losing paint. Reuben Jones apologized .

Reuben Jones tensed up. He drove an electric car with a tilted and revolving front.

Annabelle Smith was outraged when she saw Reuben Jones.

Reuben Jones sighed and grinned. “Annabelle, I'm sorry,” he beamed at Annabelle Smith. 

Annabelle Smith did not respond.

“Are you hungry?” Reuben Jones said quietly, returning to Annabelle Smith's side.

Divorce Reuben Jones, I'll join Mr. William , Annabelle Smith said, lowering the phone and glaring him down.