Chapter 350 – Dreamers Belong in Garages, Empires Belong in Towers
Elias laughed weakly. "Most people don't get rescued by… whatever you are."
Lux smirked. "A man who hates inefficiency. That's all you need to know."
The first bank was a slab of concrete and glass, sterile and cold inside. Air conditioning blasted too strong, smelling faintly of paper and disinfectant. Lux walked in like he owned the place, and within five minutes, every teller, every manager in the lobby was looking at him like gravity had shifted.
Elias trailed behind, clutching a folder like a lifeline.
At the counter, Lux dropped a black card onto the desk with a casual flick of his fingers. "Elias Moreau's debt," he said smoothly. "Clear it."
The teller blinked, stammered. "S-sir, that's—"
"One hundred and forty thousand," Lux said before she could finish. "Yes. Do I look like I need to be reminded of the number?" His smile was razor-thin. "Clear it."
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