Honorable Hubby Behind Me novel Chapter 69

Samuel curled up on the couch in the living room. This woman sure was quick to change her demeanor, he thought. They were talking about the bed-how did he end up there? 1

Women were such tigresses.

The next day, Samuel went to the bank after he dropped Yvonne at her office.

It was not easy for him to get a queue number. By the time it was his turn, he was simply told that he needed to make an appointment if he wanted to withdraw two hundred thousand bucks in cash. The young woman over the counter looked at the credit card in his hand and shook her head. She did not know which cave this man crawled from. How could h e not know such a simple thing?

"I won’t need an appointment if I have this card, right?" Samuel said.

He was trying to keep a low profile by not heading straight to the VIP room. He never expected to be treated so disdainfully by a teller.

"Does your card give you special privileges?" the young woman said, smiling. She had never seen a card like the one in the man’s fingers for half the year she had been working here. She even suspected that h e walked into the wrong bank.

"Not really special privileges but I do know that your big boss will even count the banknotes piece by piece for me if he saw me,” Samuel said.

The young woman acted as though it were a joke, not bothering to disguise the contempt in her eyes. "Sir, this counter is not open for you to make idle boasts,” she said. "Please step aside for other customers."

After that, she immediately called for the next number, not giving two hoots about Samuel.

He refused to budge. He just blocked the counter, smiling and not saying a word.

"What are you doing?" the teller said impatiently. "I already told you that you can’t withdraw the money. There's no use hanging around here.”

"What's going on?” An elegant middle-aged woman walked over and asked the teller.

"This man wants to withdraw two hundred thousand bucks, Ma'am. I already told him that he needs to make an appointment, but he insists on staying here,” the teller explained.

The manager glanced at Samuel. "I'm sorry, sir,” she said in a more cordial tone, "but you need to inform us in advance if you wish to withdraw a sum of more than fifty thousand. The earliest you'll be able to withdraw two hundred thousand is tomorrow."

"Can't you make an exception for me?” Samuel said coolly, flashing his card.

The teller mused that this man was mentally impaired. Did he really think that they would make exceptions just because he asked them to?

The manager's eyes widened into spheres as large as saucers when she saw Samuel's card. Her entire body trembled as if she were in an earthquake.

She hurriedly shot out from behind the counter and bowed. "My apologies, sir," she said. "We'll be able to withdraw the money for you today."

The young teller was completely bewildered at the sight of her manager bowing and scraping and speaking in a tone of utmost deference.

Did her manager suddenly go nuts? Why did her attitude change at the speed of the light?

"Sir, this misunderstanding wouldn’t have happened i f you had gone straight into the VIP room. I sincerely apologize on behalf of the entire bank. I hope you can forgive us."

The manager's forehead broke out into cold sweat when Samuel remained silent. "Quick! Apologize to this man,” she told the teller over the counter. "If anything happens, don’t think about keeping this job."

The teller was so confused that she still did not understand the situation, but looking at the manager's sudden change of attitude, it was bad. "Sir, my apologies for the inconvenience caused! I didn't do it o n purpose." The teller apologized immediately.