Cole looked shocked. He pointed at Matthew, exclaiming, "He has nothing! If he's a VIP, then what does that make me?"

Marty sneered, "You're the one who's nothing! Get out. You're blacklisted." He added firmly, "You can never step into Opulent Club again. Security, throw him out!"

Several security guards immediately approached and dragged Cole away. Completely stunned, Cole had only been trying to verify Matthew's identity. His membership was revoked, and he was blacklisted, then unceremoniously thrown onto the street. He couldn't understand why.

His fury grew. He found Tessa's number and, entering his car, called her. "Hello, is this Ms. Sanders?"

Tessa was surprised. "Yes, it's me, Mr. Bennett. What's the matter?"

Rubbing his sore face, Cole smiled and said, "I saw someone at Opulent Club today."

Tessa, envious of Cole's access to Opulent Club, felt he was boasting. However, she asked, "Who did you see?"

Cole's eyes narrowed. "I saw Matthew. Not only did he enter Opulent Club, but he also went to the second floor." He asked, "I heard he divorced you and was left with nothing. Did you two get back together?"

She was shocked Matthew could access the second floor. Even as Rachel's husband, he wouldn't qualify, as he wasn't the owner of Wealthwave Group. She wondered how he obtained such a high-level membership. Since his release from prison, she realized she understood him less than she'd thought. He seemed a different person—more capable. Unfortunately, she had deemed him worthless at the time, leading to their divorce. Regret washed over her.

Cole waited, then asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Tessa was close to tears. "I have something else to do. I'll hang up now," she said flatly. The company had no money, and she was running out of options. The urge to remarry Matthew grew stronger—it seemed the only way to save the company from collapse, or she might end up in prison.

After the call, she quickly gathered her belongings and hurried to the Grant residence.

After being hung up on, Cole cursed, "Ungrateful bitch! How dare you hang up on me!" A string of curses followed as he dwelled on his expulsion because of Matthew. His anger intensified, and he silently vowed revenge.

Meanwhile, Matthew exited the club. His phone rang; it was Elliott. "Why are you calling me?" he asked.

Elliott chuckled. "Buddy, I didn't hit my target this month. Can you lend me a hand?"

Matthew frowned. "I don't have any property or income at the moment. How do you expect me to help?"

Elliott chuckled. "Matthew, Mr. Grant, I could even call you 'sir' if you'd like. Stop pretending to be poor." He explained that he'd been to the main office and learned at least $300 million had been transferred to Matthew's account. "Mr. Grant, I haven't met my target. Please help me, I'm begging you," he pleaded.

Matthew felt helpless. Elliott had given him a loan when he started his company. While Elliott profited, he had undeniably helped Matthew. Since Elliott directly requested help, Matthew conceded, "Alright."

Overjoyed, Elliott asked, "Mr. Grant, where are you now?"

Matthew thought a moment before replying, "I'm heading home now."

Elliott said eagerly, "I've been to your home before. I'll come over now and bring some gifts for your parents."