Chapter 70: Classmate

“Jared?”

A fashionably dressed woman, heavily made up and wearing oversized sunglasses that covered half her face, called to him from the queue.

“And you are?” Jared furrowed his brows, scrutinizing her.

“It’s me, Delilah Landry.” She removed her sunglasses.

Jared remembered. “Oh, it’s you. I hardly recognized you.”

Delilah was his high school classmate; they’d even shared a desk. Back then, her sense of style had been… lacking, a stark contrast to her current appearance.

After scanning Jared from head to toe, Delilah sneered, “I heard you went to jail. When did you get out?”

Her question was pointedly designed to humiliate him. Ironically, she had even written him a love letter in school. Jared, coming from a well-to-do family (his father worked for the government), had been popular with girls. He’d ignored her, however, because he hadn't found her attractive.

“A couple of days ago,” Jared answered candidly.

“Withdrawing a million dollars right after prison? You must be rich,” Delilah remarked with a snicker.

Jared simply smiled and changed the subject. “When did you come to Horington? I heard you dropped out of high school.”

“That’s right. And I’m far more successful than a university graduate like you.” She gestured toward a fat, middle-aged man. “That’s my boyfriend. He owns a company, worth tens of millions. He’s getting me a card today—I’ll be managing his money.”

A smug expression plastered Delilah’s face. The man's age—clearly older than her father—didn't seem to bother her; only his wealth mattered.

Glancing at the man, Jared offered a faint smile. “Congratulations on finding a rich boyfriend.”

Despite his innocuous smile, Delilah felt a sting of scorn, convinced he was mocking her.

“Sir, withdrawals over five hundred thousand require a prior appointment. Do you have one?” The bank teller, having learned Jared was an ex-convict, spoke harshly.

“It’s urgent. Can you make an exception?” Jared asked.

“Jared, why do you need a million so urgently? You don’t look wealthy. Are you trying to make a fool of yourself?” Delilah taunted.

Ignoring her, Jared presented his card. “I have ten million; I need to withdraw one million, three hundred thousand. Can you make an exception?”

“Ten million? You’re an ex-convict! How could you possibly have that much money?” Delilah scoffed.

The teller, growing impatient, began to refuse, but then she saw Jared's card and gasped. It bore a special mark identifying it as belonging to William, Horington's wealthiest man. The Sullivan family card instantly revealed Jared's unexpected status.

The final sentence about the website has been removed as it is irrelevant and promotional.