Chapter 30 Chapter 30
Immediately, Jessica jumped in, eager to reinforce her mother’s story.
“Yes, you really should have seen it,” she said quickly, her tone full of exaggerated alarm. “Please, don’t go too close to her. Just call for more security guards.”
She took a small step back as if Megan were truly dangerous.
“They need to restrain her and force the card out of her hand, because she’s an ex-convict and there is no telling what she might do. Please, don’t get close to her. Give her space. Be careful.”
But Director Liam said nothing to that.
He did not react to Jessica’s panic.
He did not echo Deborah’s outrage.
Instead, he turned his full attention to Megan.
His gaze was calm, observant, unreadable.
Then, in a composed voice, he said, “I’m Director Liam, the senior director of Diamond Bank. Please, may I see your card?”
At that moment, Megan knew there was finally someone before her with the proper authority to handle the matter.
She had no reason to keep holding the card back now.
And if things somehow became more complicated than they should, she could always call Oliver and settle everything instantly.
So without another word, she handed the card to Liam.
Liam took it carefully and lowered his eyes to examine it.
The moment he saw it properly, something clicked in his mind.
He remembered the call from the board.
He remembered being informed that the bank’s highest shareholder would be coming in today to activate her card.
A woman.
A very important visitor.
His eyes flickered once more toward Megan.
Could this be her?
No—more than likely, it had to be her.
Still looking at the card, he said, “It seems this card hasn’t been activated yet.”
Megan nodded.
“Yes,” she said. “That is exactly why I came here in the first place—before I was interrupted.”
Then she glanced coldly at Deborah and Jessica.
“I was even humiliated and embarrassed by these two women.”
Liam followed her gaze briefly, then nodded once.
“I see,” he said.
And with that, he handed the card back to Megan.
The instant he returned it to her, Jessica stiffened.
Her face tightened in disbelief.
She could not believe what she was seeing.
To her, it looked as though Director Liam was actually entertaining Megan’s lies worse, possibly believing them.
That thought alone was unbearable.
So she stepped forward again, unable to contain herself.
“I hope you are not doing what I think you’re doing,” she said, her voice edged with disbelief and offense. “I hope you are not actually thinking this lady is the real owner of that card.”
Then her tone sharpened.
“You should know better. You are a director. You should be well informed enough to know who is capable and who is not capable enough to own a card like that.”
Immediately, Jessica pulled out her own card her Silver card and held it up as though it were a badge of unquestionable authority.
“You can see for yourself,” she said sharply. “I am a Silver card holder, and we are here for a meeting. We only chose to do what was right, and this is how you respond?”
But Director Liam did not look impressed.
He did not even look mildly persuaded.
Instead, he turned to Deborah with a face so cold it made the air feel heavier.
“Keep quiet,” he said. “Let me see your card.”
The command was so abrupt, so absolute, that Deborah was too stunned to argue.
Before she could even form a reply, Liam took the card from her hand.
And then, to everyone’s utter shock, he crushed it.
Not metaphorically.
Not symbolically, Literally.
He bent it, twisted it, folded it harshly in his hands, then dropped it onto the polished marble floor. With slow, deliberate contempt, he pressed the sole of his shoe over it and scraped it across the ground until the card was ruined beyond recognition.
The name was destroyed.
The numbers were scraped beyond reading.
Everything that had once given Deborah a sense of status was reduced to a useless, mangled piece of plastic.
Deborah stared, speechless, Jessica stared too.
Even the guards were momentarily caught off guard.
Then Liam looked at Deborah and said in a hard, measured voice, “Let this give you a small idea of what I truly feel like doing.”
His next words landed like blows.
“You are no longer a card holder of this bank.”
“And the meeting you came here for has been canceled.”
“Go back.”
“And do not return.”
His eyes sharpened with finality.
“If I ever see you in this bank again, you will not like what I do next.”
Then he added, “The bank will communicate every necessary detail to you in due time. Move your funds to another institution of your choice if you wish, but understand this clearly you are banned from entering Diamond Bank.”
The words hit Deborah and Jessica like a gunshot.
For a moment, it was as though the world around them had gone muffled.
Everything rang, Everything blurred.
They could hear him, but it felt distant, unreal, impossible.
Their minds rejected what had just happened.
Deborah’s lips trembled before she finally managed to speak, her voice low and disbelieving.
“We… we are being suspended?” she said. “We have been canceled? Suspended from Diamond Bank?”
She looked at Jessica as if hoping her daughter would make sense of it.
“How is that even possible? What the hell is going on? Is that even a thing?”
Then her face twisted as she looked toward Megan.
“Just because of her? Just because of Megan?”
Her voice rose again, almost desperate now.
“Do you even hear yourself? Do you even understand what you are saying?”
Liam’s expression did not soften in the slightest.
“Another word from either of you,” he said, “and I will have security bundle you out of here.”
His tone was deadly calm.
“So leave. Immediately. And never return.”
That was the moment the truth finally settled in.
This was not a threat.
This was not a misunderstanding.
This was happening.
Deborah and Jessica stood there in utter disbelief, their pride splitting open in front of everyone. They had come to the bank believing themselves important, influential, untouchable, and now they were being driven out like nuisances.
Jessica was the first to recover enough to speak through her outrage.
“You are going to regret this,” she snapped. “Do you think we are some kind of family that can just be pushed around?”
Her eyes flashed with wounded arrogance.
“Do you think we do not know our left from our right?”
Then she lifted her chin and said bitterly, “Let me tell you something. Very soon, you will be the one begging us. You will be the one pleading with us to return to this bank.”
She pointed angrily, full of misplaced certainty.
“Because by now, my brother must have signed his major contract already.”
Then, with a smugness that clung stubbornly even in humiliation, she added, “Oh, I suppose you do not even know who my brother is. My brother is Vincent Bushman the youngest and richest entrepreneur by now.”