"Only ten in existence? Even billionaires might not own one!" After hearing this, the woman, who had already urinated on herself once, did so again. Her brain felt short-circuited.

Nevertheless, she couldn't believe a disheveled, young man in worn-out clothes could possess such wealth.

Looking at the branch director, she asked, "This must be a mistake, right? Is the card fake? Could someone like him own this? Is he even worthy?"

Severin frowned. "And who, in your opinion, is worthy? Someone like yourself?"

Reluctant, but remembering his strength, the woman remained silent.

The branch director said coldly, "I've only seen a similar card once, by chance. Who would forge one and risk deception?" He then bowed sycophantically to Severin. "Sir, may I have the honor of serving you? Please ask for me for any future transactions!"

The manager doubted the card's authenticity, but he wouldn't risk offending the owner. A wrong guess could cost him his job. Besides, verifying the card's legitimacy before any transaction was simple. The truth would be revealed immediately.

"I don't know how much is on this card," Severin said nonchalantly. "Someone gave it to me, and I want to check the balance. Please also link my cell phone number for SMS notifications."

His nonchalance stunned everyone.

"It has to be fake!" the rich woman exclaimed, delighted. "You've exposed yourself!" Severin slapped her again. "Nonsense."

"You slapped me again!" she cried, lamenting his lack of ethics.

The branch director, however, was respectful. "Sir, may I have your name?"

"Severin Feuillet."

"A remarkable name! It promises great things!"

Minutes later, Severin emerged.

"Mr. Feuillet," the branch director said, offering his card. "Please contact me if you need anything. It's an honor to serve you." He bowed deeply.

The beautiful manager followed, offering her card. "Mr. Feuillet, let's have tea! Dinner at my house?" Her invitation bordered on an invitation to spend the night.

The rich woman and her bodyguards hadn't left. Seeing the manager and director's deference, she realized the card was real.

After leaving, Severin looked at the card and smiled wryly. "Man, you're a nutjob! This is almost a nation's treasury! 'A little money'? I nearly had a stroke!" [Remove the website promotion]

Severin knew the Old Wacko, who gave him the card, was a savant, so there had to be money in the account. He hadn't expected this many zeros.

He decided to get a haircut and new clothes before lunch with Henry at the Richemont Hotel. Henry was high society, and his current attire was inappropriate. A haircut enhanced his chiseled features, giving him a more handsome and refreshed look.

"Now I just need some decent clothes!" He admired himself in the shop's reflection.

As he was about to shop, he saw a helmeted woman on an electric bicycle entering a nearby residential area. Her rear view, black hair, and the bicycle design sparked recognition. "It's her!"

It was the woman who'd sent the money to his parents. Curiosity led him to follow her.

The neighborhood was old. After parking, she removed her helmet, revealing beautiful hair. Severin gasped at her stunning side profile. He couldn't place her—not a relative or classmate. She went upstairs carrying a small cake.

Severin followed silently. On the third floor, she opened her door. "Selene! I'm back!" A child's voice replied, "Cake? Yay! Thanks, Mom!"

Knowing she had a daughter disappointed Severin. He found her incredibly beautiful and kind, and would have considered marrying her had she been single.

Unfortunately, she had a three- or four-year-old daughter.

The woman, carrying vegetables and cake, didn't fully close the door, leaving a small gap.

Severin peered through the gap, hoping a frontal view would jog his memory.

She came from the kitchen, patting her daughter's head. "I forgot your birthday. Since I have the day off, let's celebrate!"

"Yay! Thank you, Mom!" Selene smiled, then frowned. "When will Dad come back? When can he eat cake with us?"

The woman's smile faded, but she forced another. "Didn't I tell you he went to earn money? Things will get better!"