Tara’s face was etched with concern in the security room as she watched Cameron surrounded by a group of security guards.
With a grim expression, Richard glared at Cameron, “Kid, I advise you to stop being stubborn and confess-where did you get this deluxe credit card from?”
“I told you, it’s mine,” Cameron replied calmly.
“Yours? If it were yours, you would know how much money is in it.” Richard’s tone darkened.
“I’ve told you, I’m not concerned with that. Isn’t your bank system interconnected nationally? Just check it yourself,” Cameron responded.
“Kid, it looks like you’re well-prepared,” Richard sneered. “You know I, as the branch manager, don’t have the authority to check the identity of deluxe cardholders, don’t you?”
“Then let your chairman check it,” Cameron maintained his composure.
“Have our chairman check?” Richard laughed.
Deep down, he grew angrier as he continued, “The chairman is extremely busy. I can’t even contact him myself, and you expect me to reach out to him just like that? Are you joking?” “So, I’ve told you the solution. But you refuse to use it,” Cameron stated flatly.
“Kid, I’m warning you to be sensible, or you’ll suffer the consequences!” Richard raised his voice threateningly.
Cameron shook his head.
“What a cocky young man! Simon, show him what we’ve got!” Richard was furious.
A security guard stepped forward with a baton.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Cameron looked up with a cold gaze.