After the boy asked in a trembling voice, the others curiously gathered around. However, when they saw the dazzling string of zeros, their eyes widened in disbelief—as if they had swallowed flies!

Tiffany raised an eyebrow and said, "It's me. Why?" She was a top-notch black card holder; naturally, she enjoyed the most convenient super VIP privileges. As a prominent banking tycoon, handling business at lightning speed was second nature to her. "What's the fuss about?"

The boy vehemently shook his head. "I don't believe it! It's impossible!" Even casually giving away $200 million, as Tiffany had done, was beyond the means of her father, Charlie!

The others shared his skepticism, sneering, "Do you think your family owns the bank? Transferring $200 million like that? You're putting on airs, pretending to be a big shot!" One added, "That's right. The information must be fake! I could Photoshop myself into the richest person in the world if I wanted to!"

The crowd erupted in laughter, looking at Tiffany with disdain. Their disbelief was understandable; even if Charlie were to intervene, he might not be able to raise that kind of money. Furthermore, Charlie and Greg didn't have a close relationship. While there was no animosity, previous conflicts had kept the two families distant, making Charlie's help even more unlikely.

The crowd mocked and criticized Tiffany relentlessly, but she remained calm and unmoved. She casually tapped the screen twice. "Well," she thought, "let me withdraw two million dollars." The transaction was completed within five minutes.

As soon as the application for the top-notch black card Supreme VIP was submitted, the nearest bank sprang into action. It was a race against time. Any delay risked alienating the Black Card holder and losing a substantial deposit.

Passersby witnessed the scene: at the bank nearest Lovell School, a dozen staff members piled into a car with suitcases, eyes glued to a stopwatch. The tension was palpable.

Meanwhile, in the classroom, Ged was furious at the increasingly outrageous remarks. He snatched his phone, snapping, "Shut up! Won't the bank know if it's true or not? Do you need to nag here?" He didn't doubt Tiffany; he was grateful for the substantial sum of money. Seeing the others laughing, he wanted to crack open their skulls and see if they were filled with weeds!

Their laughter intensified at Ged's reaction. "We told you they wouldn't believe it," they sneered. "It's obviously a bluff. Listen to our advice: pack up and go pick up trash. You might even snag a few extra cans if you go early!"

Everyone laughed even harder. Even a clay figurine would lose its temper, let alone Ged, who held a reputation for being powerful. He rolled up his sleeves, ready for a fight.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded. More than ten people in uniform burst into the classroom, ties askew and faces sweating profusely, carrying large black boxes. They immediately commanded attention.

Ged was stunned, the mocking laughter abruptly ceasing. Mike Stanley, who had laughed the loudest, said in surprise, "Eh, Uncle Lucas, why are you here?" Mike often boasted about his uncle, a high-ranking official at Lovell City's largest bank, with extensive connections.

The leader, Lucas Pitt, was indeed Mike's uncle, an executive at Lovell Bank. While pleased to see Mike, the five-minute deadline pressed him. He anxiously asked, "Which one is Miss Tiffany Kelley?"

Mike's tone turned sour at the mention of Tiffany's name. "Uncle Lucas, why are you looking for her? That woman knows how to act! She transferred $200 million before us! Don't you think it's funny? She thinks she owns the bank!"

Mike's mocking words earned him a stinging slap from Lucas. "Uncle Lucas… why… why did you hit me?" Lucas roared, "I'm going to beat you to death, you snob! Do you think you can talk about Miss Kelley? Apologize to her!"

Lucas frantically scanned the room, spotting Tiffany sitting calmly. He bowed deeply, "Miss Kelley, I'm sorry. Please forgive my nephew's foolishness!"

The onlookers were speechless. The bank employees opened their suitcases, revealing stacks of cash. The visual impact was far greater than the numbers on a check. The cash formed a neat, dense pile; it could have easily built a wall!

The onlookers were dumbfounded. Before they could react, Lucas added, "Miss Kelley, besides the $200 million you transferred, the two million you withdrew is also here!"

The crowd's mockery had been directed at the truth. Tiffany's casual dismissal of bankruptcy had been entirely genuine. This was true wealth, beyond boasting.

The crowd instantly bowed, apologizing profusely. Even Mike's face paled. He wouldn't have believed Tiffany's wealth without Lucas's confirmation. It was shocking.

The incident didn't end there. The principal, alerted by the commotion, rushed in, witnessing the kneeling, trembling students. He asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, casually replying, "Sir, isn't there an event in two days? Coincidentally, I'll be providing some funds—starting with two million dollars!" It was all about the money; that's how wealthy Tiffany was.