A Father And His Wolves
Chapter 56 Come here, Lick it off

At a certain point, Marcia suddenly wanted to run away.

She was too nervous!

Especially after the clerk left, two security guards came up to Marcia, one left and one right about two meters behind her. They didn't speak, they didn't approach her, they just stared at her in bewilderment. They seemed to guess that she wanted to run away and were ready to rush to catch her...

"Mr. France, we've got a problem!"

The woman ran with the black card in her hand, stumbled to the manager's office on the second floor, and banged in without knocking on the door.

It gave Mr. France, who was making tea in his office, a shiver.

His hand shook and the tea spilled over the desk.

"What's the matter?"

Looking up at the clerk, Mr. France, with an angry face, said coldly, "How can you be so jumpy? What you're about to say, it better scare me, or..." He looked down at the water stains on his desk and said, "Come here, lick it off!"

The female clerk was also startled immediately.

Lick it?

She blushed a little and, without thinking of the mess, reached out her hand and handed Mr. France the black card, "Mr. France, look what it is!"

"What's this?"

Mr. France continued to make tea, scanning the black card at random. Like the woman's first reaction, he didn't recognize it. "Is that why you gave me such a fright and made my hands shake?" Apparently, Mr. France was not satisfied with the explanation given by the clerk.

"I've just tried it on the card reader," she said sternly, "it said this black card is issued by Universal Bank. I have no right to inquire about the specific level, so I want to show you..."

In the middle of her words, Mr. France involuntarily shivered again. His right hand, which was holding a teapot, gave another uncontrollable shudder, and the teapot slipped and crashed onto the desk. Hot tea flowed everywhere, which made a lot of papers wet.

But this time, Mr. France let it go.

He could not care less about her now!

He jerked his head up, stared at the female clerk with a wide-eyed expression of disbelief, and asked, "I beg your pardon. Which bank was it?"

"Universal Bank!"

The female clerk breathed a secret sigh of relief, thinking, "Mr. France, you are kind of freaked out, aren't you?"

"I don't think I need to lick those stains out, do I?"

"Give it to me!"

The corners of Mr. France's mouth twitched fiercely as he snatched the black Card from her. He turned it over and looked at it for a long time, then tapped on the keyboard, and soon a picture appeared on the computer screen on his desk.

He stared at the picture repeatedly, comparing it with the black supreme card in his hand. About three minutes later, Mr. France exclaimed, "Oh, my god, it's a Universal Bank card!"

"Also, it is probably a limited edition of Black Supreme card!"

Probably...

Yes, only probably. Because even Mr. France did not have access to Universal Bank's supreme Black card, but through comparison and some of the information found, a rough guess could be made. He couldn't say it was a sure bet. At least, it was more than 50-50!

"Black Card supreme?"

Although the female clerk had already had her own guesses and made corresponding psychological preparations before coming, she was still shocked to hear these words from Mr. France!

Of course, she knew what those simple words meant!

"Where's its owner?"

Recognizing the significance of the black card, Mr. France blushed in excitement and asked, "What about the man with the black card? What does he look like? Who is he?"

"Is he a Sanchez?"

In Hilshire, when it came to wealth and power, no one could compare to the richest man Owen Sanchez. So, if there was only one person in Hilshire who deserved a black card like this, it was Owen Sanchez.

"No."

She shook her head and said, "The person who came to the bank with the black card was a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, very plain dressed and very nervous."

"Most importantly, she didn't seem to know it was a Universal Bank card. She thought it was a membership card from some club..."

The clerk told Mr. France exactly what had happened.

"Oh?"

Mr. France, whose excited face had darkened, snorted, "You mean she didn't own the card, but she picked it up or stole it?"

"I'm just suspicious. I'm not sure. That's why I'm here to ask you."

The female clerk dared not make a final decision on such an important matter, because she could not bear the responsibility if she made a mistake. "According to her, it belongs to her son-in-law." "Her son-in-law?"

Mr. France jumped to his feet and snorted without thinking, "Bullshit! Who does she think her son-in-law is? Luis Sanchez, the son of the Sanchez family? Is he the son of one of the capital City's rich families?"

"That son of a bitch deserves a black card like that? Liar!"

He was very angry!

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The clerk nodded, "When I asked her who her son-in-law was, she hemmed and hawed, as if she was trying to hide something."

"Where is she now?" asked Mr. France.

"Still in the lobby on the first floor."

She said, "When I got here earlier, I had security on her in case she escaped."

"Good! Well done!"

Mr. France thought for a moment and said, "Call the police immediately and ask Mr. Young to come here himself. Then, ask the security guard to take the old woman who stole the card to the security room." "I'd like to see who had the audacity to steal a black card from Universal Bank and come here and play us around in broad daylight."

What Mr. France did not say was that he wanted to know more about the real owner of the Black Supreme card than the identity of the thief.

"Anyway, he must be one hell of a man. If I help him get his black card back, I should be able to earn his favor, right? Wouldn't I be lucky enough to make a fortune if he helped me a little? Aha..." With this thought in mind, Mr. France was very happy. He left the manager's office in a menacing manner and headed straight for the security room...

In the lobby on the first floor.

The two security guards who had been on the lookout got a phone call. They looked at each other, strode over to the nervous Marcia and whispered, "Hello. Could you come with us, please?" Then, one by one, they grabbed Marcia by both arms and turned her away.

Marcia turned pale immediately!☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

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