Chapter 549 Mr. Clark?
Cynthia saw the person and immediately rushed over.
"I had a feeling today was special, and here you are, Mr. Reynolds! Visiting our bank! Welcome!"
Cynthia was laying it on thick, practically drooling over him, striking a pose that left little to the imagination.
Mr. Reynolds, of course, didn't let that go unnoticed. His eyes lingered, and he flashed a grin. "Ms. Saunders, you're too kind."
Cynthia placed her hand on his chest, leaning in. "Mr. Reynolds, if you're in a rush, we've got the express lane for you. But if not… my office is always open for a… chat."
"Haha," Mr. Reynolds chuckled, deep and hearty. "No rush. I'm here to see your manager, Mr. Dixon."
Cynthia's eyes lit up. So this was the VIP Mr. Dixon had been talking about.
Keith Reynolds—tight with the Youngs, NYC's elite. And his company? Worth north of a billion. Big deal!
"Alright, I'll take you to Mr. Dixon myself!" Cynthia said, flashing her brightest smile.
She turned and spotted Ryder, being manhandled by two guards like some common crook. Her face hardened instantly.
"What the hell are you doing?" she snapped at the guards. "Get this guy out of here, now!"
One of the guards spoke up, "Ma'am, he's got a partner—some woman. She just headed to the investment consulting room on the second floor."
Cynthia's eyes narrowed. "Then what are you waiting for? Drag her down here, and ship them both off to the cops!"
With her order, the guards scrambled into action.
Seeing that the situation was under control, Cynthia turned to Keith with a friendly smile. "I'm really sorry for the scene."
Keith casually asked, "What did he do?"
"Just a lowlife trying to use a fake black card. I caught him red-handed."
Keith just smiled and looked at Ryder with disdain.
At this moment, there was a commotion at the stairs!
It was Lily.
She had just finalized a loan agreement and was about to sign the contract. Suddenly, two security guards barged in and took her away without explanation.
This was simply absurd!
"Let go of me! Do you know what you're doing is illegal? Let go of me."
But when Lily saw Ryder being held by security in the lobby, her pupils contracted, and she was momentarily speechless!
Soon, Lily was brought to Ryder's side by the security guards.
Lily's face was full of surprise. "Ryder, what's going on?"
Ryder smiled bitterly. "They say my card is fake and want to take us to the police station."
"But the card is real!" Lily was even more surprised, "Doesn't this bank have anyone who knows their stuff? I'm not doing business with a bank like this!"
Cynthia was about to take Keith to see Mr. Dixon, but Keith couldn't take his eyes off the beauty coming down the stairs, and she didn't want to rush him.
Hearing the woman insult the bank, Cynthia became even more furious. "Miss, you can't just say whatever you want. Otherwise, you'll pay the price!"
Lily deliberately sneered, "Price? Let's see who has the last laugh!"
"I'm not wasting words with lowlifes like you! Security, take these two to the interrogation room. I'll call the police and explain everything later!"
After saying this, Cynthia took Keith upstairs.
On the way, Cynthia said to Keith, "Mr. Reynolds, how about I give you that beauty as a gift?"
"Isn't that inappropriate?" Keith's words were hesitant, but his eyes were full of desire.
"They're just lowlifes, it's fine!"
Keith laughed, "That's true!"
Cynthia laughed along, "Then it's settled. Just remember to keep an eye on my work, Mr. Reynolds. I'm counting on you!"
As they chatted and laughed, they arrived at the manager's office.
Cynthia knocked on the door, "Mr. Dixon, your important guest is here."
The door opened.
Trevor's kind and respectful smile instantly froze.
Trevor frowned and looked at Cynthia, "Where is Mr. Clark?"
"Mr. Clark?" Cynthia was confused.
Keith, being a warm person, stepped forward and shook Trevor's hand. "Haha, Mr. Dixon, you actually told Ms. Saunders to take care of me! Don't worry, I'll make sure the Youngs and your bank seal the deal."
Trevor pulled his hand back, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Sorry, but we're not doing business with the Youngs. If that's all, you can see yourself out."
Keith's smile stiffened. "What do you mean?"
Trevor's voice was icy. "Do I need to spell it out for you?"
Keith scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. "With that attitude, forget the Youngs—I'm not interested in working with you!"
Seeing Trevor's unfriendly eyes and tone, Keith angrily left.
Cynthia, still confused, weakly asked Trevor, "Mr. Dixon, isn't Mr. Reynolds the important guest you mentioned?"
Trevor snorted, "Someone trying to please the Young family can't compare to Mr. Clark!"
"Mr. Clark?" Cynthia suddenly thought of the young man with the fake black card.
"Yes, Ryder Clark! Currently the chairman of Maple Group!"
What?
Hearing this, Cynthia almost stumbled.
No way! That guy with the fake black card, looking like he just stepped out of a delivery van, couldn't possibly be the chairman of Maple Group—Mr. Clark, the VIP Mr. Dixon had been raving about!
No freaking way!
Not a chance in hell!
"If you screw up again, you're out as lobby manager. Now get lost!" Trevor barked, spotting a call on his phone and shooing Cynthia away.
He answered the call.
Less than thirty seconds later, he called Cynthia back.
Before she could even open her mouth, Trevor slapped her—hard.
Three sharp smacks left her face red and puffy.
"Moron, look what you've done! Move it—take me to Mr. Clark, now!"
Cynthia, holding her swollen face, tears streaming down, felt aggrieved.
But when she heard Trevor mention Mr. Clark, she instantly understood.
The poor guy with the fake black card was none other than Mr. Clark, the chairman of Maple Group!
That black card was not fake but a special symbol!
Those slaps completely woke her up.
Someone Mr. Dixon would go to bat for like that? That was big-league, way out of her league.
She was doomed.
Realizing her mistake, Cynthia quickly led Trevor to the interrogation room.
At the door, two security guards were standing.
Seeing Cynthia and Trevor, they quickly approached, "Mr. Dixon, Ms. Saunders! Don't worry, the people inside are well-guarded. We're just waiting for you to call the police and have them taken to the station!"
Another security guard added, "Yes, this fake black card is financial fraud, enough to get them a few years in prison!"
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