Wolves, Maces, And Blood

Chapter 55 Something Wrong. There’s Something Wrong with Your Card

There was a lot of people in the bank.

Marcia took her number from the machine beside the counter. As she waited in line, she was nervous

and her palms were sweating.

It must be a lie that she was not nervous.

After all, it was Sean’s card.

Marcia had never done anything like this in her life. If she wasn’t worried about Cecilia and Phyllis, or

Sean sneaking into their house for some reason, she would never sneak up on Sean.

Ten minutes later, it was Marcia’s turn.

“Miss?”

Marcia took a deep breath, steered over, and timidly handed the black card to the bank lady sitting

behind the window, saying, “Can you check this black card for me? Is it a bank card?”

Hearing this, the female clerk was immediately stunned.

She looked up at Marcia with a look of surprise, doubt, and impatience, thinking, “You come to the bank

for business but don’t even know if what you take is a bank card?”

“Are you just sitting around looking for something to do?”

Despite her disdain, out of politeness and professionalism, the female clerk took the black Card,

glanced at it casually, and then threw it to Marcia, shaking her head, “This is not our bank card.”

“Are you sure?”

Marcia frowned and asked, “So, is it a card from another bank?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen it before.”

The female employee still shook her head.

She wasn’t lying, she wasn’t being coy, she hadn’t seen the card.

Even though she was a banker and worked in a bank, how rare were Universal Bank’s limited edition

Black Supreme cards!

Even Luis Sanchez, son of Hilshire’s richest man, had only seen a picture of it.

“Well…”

Marcia was disappointed, thinking, “Is it really a supermarket membership card, a hotel room card or

something like that?”

“If there is nothing else, please step aside.”

Seeing Marcia standing there in a daze, reluctant to walk, the female staff impatiently waved her hand.

Marcia thought about it, and she didn’t give up. She held out the black Supreme card again and asked,

“Would you mind running it through the machine for me?”

“It’s not our bank’s card. How can I try it?”

The clerk glared at her and got a little angry.

“Just once. Just try it once.”

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a blue moon. Marcia didn't want to miss it, so she continued saying, “If it can’t, I’m leaving.”

“Please…”

Because of Marcia’s age, the female clerk suppressed her anger and did not send her away. With a

cold face, she picked up the black card and swiped it on the reader beside her.

And then there was something shocking.

The card swiping machine and the female staff’s office computer were connected. As soon as the card

was swiped here, the computer screen flashed and a picture immediately came out. And this reaction

meant that the card had been swiped successfully!

That was to say, the black card was indeed a bank card!

But how…

How was it possible?

The female clerk stared with a look of disbelief. When her eyes fell on the computer screen, she

grunted and swallowed hard.

“Universal Bank?”

Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets and her chin almost fell on the desk in front of her.

Although she had not seen the Universal Bank’s limited edition of the supreme black card, but as a

banking system staff, she had naturally heard of the name of the Universal Bank.

And she was aware of the power behind the Universal Bank’s card!

As far as she knew, the Universal Bank card’s rating system was very strict, from the lowest to the

highest, it was divided into ordinary card, bronze card, silver card, golden card, black gold card... Etc.!

Cards below platinum could be applied for in Universal Bank’s scattered national branches and could

only be used in the applicant country.

Starting with the golden card, it had to be approved by Universal Bank headquarters. Once you got it,

you could do business anywhere in the world without limitation of nationality or bank.

It was no exaggeration to say that the Bank card of Universal Bank was a symbol of identity and status.

The possessor was either rich or noble!

“What did you say? Universal?”

Standing outside the glass window, Marcia noticed the change of expression on the face of the clerk

and vaguely heard her mumbling, but unfortunately, she did not hear it clearly. So, she asked her, “Is

this a membership card for some ball club?”

After a few moments, the clerk recovered from her shock, turned her head, squinted, and gave Marcia

a close look.

What the fuck did she say?

It was Universal Bank!

Not a membership card!

You came in with a Universal Bank card and mistook it for an ordinary membership card? Could you

swear that you were not here to fool me???

“Excuse me, ma’am. Is this black card yours?”

The clerk held back her shock and confusion, trying to probe the card’s owner and Marcia’s identity.

Because the way Marcia dressed, acted, and talked were so ordinary.

She looked like an ordinary old lady next door.

How could such a person have a Universal Bank’s card?

And it was a black card!

Although the clerk did not know the specific level of the supreme black card, but only by its appearance

and women’s instinct, she vaguely guessed that this black card in her hand at this moment, its level

was likely to be above the golden card!

In Hilshire, only Owen Sanchez, the richest man in Hilshire, was eligible to apply for this type of card.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt wrong.

Especially after what Marcia just did. Her eyes were wandering, and she looked quite nervous. She did

not look like a rich woman, but like a thief who had done something wrong, looking here and there for

fear of being noticed.

“Well, it’s…”

Marcia was suddenly more nervous when the clerk asked. After a long hesitation, she said, “It belongs

to my son-in-law.”

“Your son-in-law?”

The clerk was stunned and asked, “May I ask what your son-in-law’s name is and what he does?”

Marcia turned pale as hell.

Her forehead was sweaty, her heart was pounding, and she was thinking, “Did this little girl find out that

I took Sean’s card behind his back?”

“Otherwise, why would she ask about Sean?”

Marcia’s silence and panic let the clerk believe her guess more firmly. Either the old lady had picked up

the black card, or she had stolen it!

It was important. She had to report to her superiors!

So, the female clerk stood up, smiled and comforted, “Please wait here for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

Then she turned and left.

Marcia froze, her body frozen as if petrified. She glanced at the hurrying back of the female clerk and

realized the situation was not good.

Even if she was slow to react, she realized something was wrong.

What Marcia wasn’t sure about, however, was what the woman had discovered. Did she find out she

stole Sean’s card, or did she find out there was something wrong with the black card?

Or maybe she found out what was wrong with Sean through the black card???