Ethan Brooks was silent for a moment and said, “In this day and age, where can’t you buy decent clothes? Our Yancheng city isn’t bad either.”

Evelyn Parker’s tone became firm as she said, “It’s settled then. I’ll transfer the money to you in a bit. How can a girl not have a few pretty outfits?”

“There’s no need for you to send money. It’s only right for me to buy clothes for my little sister. I have money myself.”

“You should save your salary. Whether it’s for buying a house or a car, anyway, hurry up and find a girlfriend for me and your dad.”

“Mom, really, there’s no need.”

Before Ethan Brooks could finish, the call was already hung up.

A while later, as he was on his way to the bank, a notification popped up on his phone—a text message from the bank.

Even though he had already thrown away his Shenzhouxing mobile card, he was used to it by now. This time-traveling phone would intercept everything related to his old number, like texts and calls.

Looking at the five thousand yuan just credited, he shook his head and gave a wry smile.

Those two really are generous. When he was a kid, they never bought him clothes this expensive. Even if you dropped a zero, it’d still be pricier than the most expensive clothes he got while in school.

Arriving at the bank, Ethan Brooks was ready to exchange the remaining US dollars for RMB—a total of fifty thousand US dollars, which was over three hundred thousand RMB. He’d checked online: there had been a lot of restrictions on foreign currency exchange recently, but lately, many policies had opened up, and the controls weren’t as strict anymore.

Just as he walked into the bank, he ran into an acquaintance and was momentarily stunned.

A thin, scrawny man with glasses entered the bank almost at the same time as him. He looked a bit older than Ethan Brooks, probably close to thirty, with a faint scar on his face. Beside him was a woman in a sexy office outfit, her chest squeezed into a deep cleavage.

This nearly thirty-year-old man was named James Foster, his former direct supervisor. He wasn’t very capable, but he had a fair amount of power, liked to meddle in things he didn’t understand, and was petty.

The seductive woman was called Grace Walker, once famous throughout the company for her flirtatiousness. Rumor had it she rose through the ranks with her body, eventually becoming a supervisor in the finance department. The details, he didn’t know.

Whenever James Foster was in a bad mood, he’d boss people around at work. Back then, Ethan Brooks had only been out of school for a year, still a bit sharp-edged, and had a run-in with him. Since then, James Foster had held a grudge.

In every company, technical staff are in high demand. According to the rules at Ethan Brooks’s former company, James Foster, as a technical department supervisor, didn’t have the authority to fire his subordinates. So, over the past year, he’d constantly nitpicked Ethan Brooks, until he finally found an opportunity and forced him to resign.

It wasn’t easy for a fresh graduate to land such a high-paying job. Ethan Brooks had endured for the sake of the eight-thousand-yuan monthly salary, but when he finally resigned, he couldn’t hold back anymore. The scar on James Foster’s face was his handiwork, and his previous phone had been smashed during that incident.

Seeing Ethan Brooks, James Foster’s face immediately darkened. He said, “Ethan Brooks, what are you doing here?”

Ethan Brooks’s gaze was a bit cold. He glanced at the two security guards not far away and said disdainfully, “Is the Bank of China your family’s business? If you can come here, why can’t I?”

Just from his look, James Foster knew what he was thinking and felt a bit uneasy. After all, he was neither as tall nor as strong as Ethan Brooks. This wasn’t the company, and he was alone, so he had to swallow his anger.

“You… fine. Don’t think quitting means it’s over. I won’t forget that you hit me. This isn’t finished!”

Chapter 9 Olivia Brooks and Sarah Morgan

Behind them, Grace Walker stood still, her seductive gaze flitting between the two men. Finally, she stepped forward to smooth things over.

“Manager Foster, handsome guy, this is a bank. Can’t you talk about this somewhere else? It’s not good to make a scene here.”

Ethan Brooks glanced at James Foster and said, “You haven’t forgotten, and I’m not about to forget either. Whatever you want to do next, bring it on. If you need anything, just call me. Doesn’t matter if it’s having tea somewhere, an abandoned factory outside the Third Ring Road, or a deserted public restroom at night—there’s nowhere I won’t go.”

Just as James Foster was about to speak, Grace Walker, seeing things escalating, quickly grabbed him, her chest heaving.

“Manager Foster, calm down. We still have business at the bank. Let’s talk about this later, okay? And you, handsome, I think I’ve seen you at the company. Since we’re all from the same company, we’re bound to run into each other. Can’t you both just let it go? Besides, I’m standing right here—can you really bear to lose your tempers in front of me? I’m very timid, you know…”

Ethan Brooks was unmoved. He glanced at her still-pretty face, his gaze drifting down to that deep cleavage, then quickly looked away and turned to the machine to get a number.

James Foster had been coveting Grace Walker for a long time. He’d finally found a chance to be alone with her, only to lose face like this. How could he possibly accept it!