“Hahaha…” Willy was clapping and pointing at Frank as he laughed endlessly. “Oh, and here I thought you’d actually pull something here… You’re just a liar and an idiot!”
“Oh, he’s killing me… Five cents in his account…”
“Well, he certainly has balls…”
“I mean, I’d never bullshit about having a hundred million dollars if five cents is all I have, and in front of Mr. Sorano at that!”
Frank was a new face, so the guests would not know him, and they laughed savagely at his face.
However, Frank was frowning after seeing the card Eder threw at him.
Throwing it on the floor, he calmly shook his head. “This isn’t my card.”
“What?” Eder was left puzzled.
Soren simply kept laughing and clapping Frank on the shoulder. “Haha! I know you want to save face, but don’t think you can get away from what you did. If I were you, I’d be running.”
“Did you forget, Soren?” Mandy scoffed. “He was trying to drink the wine you bought too—let him have a sip now. He probably drank something worth ten grand.”
“Tut, tut… Talk about thick-skinned. Still pretending at this point.”
“If it isn’t his card, whose is it? Is he saying that someone switched his card?”
“Haha… Who knows? Someone might really do it if he actually had a hundred million.”
Eder frowned despite the jeers and scoff and hurried away as he came to a realization.
Soon, he returned ashen-faced, stammering, “M-Mr. Lawrence, I’m so sorry, but you’re right. My front desk receptionist got the wrong card. This one’s yours…”
He trailed off before continuing, “She made a mistake and charged your card an extra zero.”
Eder naturally would not admit that his own employee pulled the old switcheroo.
She had given in to temptation when she saw the truckloads of money and sneakily wired Frank’s one billion dollars in the account away.
It was fortunate Eder noticed something was wrong and sent his men after her, chasing her down.
However, the money was frozen mid-transfer, so he had to lie about the accounting error.
“Huh…?”
Naturally, the bar was left silent at Eder’s words.
The ones who were jeering Frank were left freezing up, unable to say a word.
Soren, who was still laughing a moment ago, was suddenly gaping laughably in disbelief. “H-He actually had a billion dollars in his account…?”
“A-And he was carrying it around?”
Mandy froze up too, and her eyes soon rolled up as she blacked out.
“Fuck…”
At the same time, Willy hated Frank to the bone.
He certainly could have forked out a billion dollars on any other day—he was Emilio Sorano’s second son, and that amount of money did not matter to him.
However, the family was keeping him under watch amid the questionable circumstances of Zam Sorano’s death. They even kept him on a budget, and twenty million dollars was the most he could afford.
And twenty million was certainly nothing to Frank’s one billion—he would be forced to listen to Bitch!
It was an insult he would never suffer, and he snorted. “Let’s go!”
“Remember, Frank Lawrence! I’ll make you regret this!” he bellowed viciously even before he and his bodyguards cut a hasty escape.
Frank’s expression remained neutral as he nodded calmly. “Anytime.”
