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Chapter 1132: One hour

Chapter 1132: One hour

Meanwhile...

"If there’s a time in the future when I can be your enemy again, I’ll see to it I’ll take my time slicing your necks. I’ll frame them all on my wall of shame, writing your name with your blood," Primo grumbled through his gritted teeth. "Trust me. That’s the wish I’m gonna make if ever I came across with the genie."

Moose arched a brow as he glanced at the man walking beside him. "I’ll keep that in mind."

Primo didn’t even glance at him as they walked into the bank. As soon as they opened the door, both of them carried their smiles as the bank manager welcomed them.

"Good Afternoon, Attorney Cafre," welcomed the bank manager, shaking Primo’s hands tightly. "I received your call last night, and we’re very pleased to hear from you."

"I’m also glad you accepted our request on short notice." Primo released the bank manager’s hands and then motioned it to Moose. "This is my client, Mr. Zhu."

"It’s a pleasure, Mr. Zhu." The bank manager smiled from ear to ear. "You chose the right bank for you."

"My attorney has a lot of good words about it." Moose squeezed the bank manager’s hand. "I hope I won’t be disappointed."

"I guarantee you, you won’t." The bank manager then released Moose’s hand. "Shall we?"

Moose nodded and with that, the bank manager ushered the two of them to their VIP section. Before they followed, Moose cast Primo a knowing look while the latter secretly glared at him.

*******

"Yes, thank you." Ivy pressed a button in her earpiece and snapped her eyes at the dining table where Dominic was having his meeting. She checked her wristwatch, waiting for two more minutes, knowing she couldn’t interrupt him until then.

Ivy tapped her feet anxiously, checking her watch again. Much to her dismay, only half a minute had passed since she last checked it.

’I hate waiting,’she thought. ’Every minute always feels like hours.’

Ivy closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. She glanced at her wristwatch once more, pressing her earpiece as soon as she figured checking it from time to time wouldn’t make it faster.

"It’s me," she smiled. "Yes. I sent you an email just now. Yes, ah, no."

She glanced at her wristwatch again, but this time, she shifted her focus to the person on the other end of the line.

"Actually, it’s mine," she said. "Yes, under a different name. I sent over some documentation for proof. Yes, yes, and no."

She pressed her lips into a thin line, pushing herself up seconds before the two-minute time limit. As she approached the table, she paused and looked away.

"Look, I need it," she stressed to the other person on the line. "If you think it’s suspicious, then good for you. But I am not like that. I want my money right now, or do you want your money in stocks to disappear? I heard you use your life savings to buy stocks from my company when you know the price dipped."

She glanced at her wristwatch again. It had been thirty seconds past the two-minute waiting time.

"Process the paperwork," she ordered with conviction. "I need the account in an hour."

With that being said, Ivy pressed her earpiece and smiled. She approached Dominic with caution, whispering to him before standing back.

"Gentlemen, as much as I enjoy this conversation, I still have an appointment to attend," Dominic faced the people he was chatting with happily. "Though I wish some other time, we could play golf."

The gentlemen chuckled and humored him for a while before Dominic walked away from them. Ivy offered them a smile and a slight bow before following Dominic behind.

"You hate every second you spend there, do you?" she pointed out, keeping up with his pace like a real secretary. "Don’t scold me."

"I would’ve if you crossed the one-minute mark after my time with them."

Ivy sighed heavily, glancing at him. Not long ago, she wouldn’t have imagined being in this type of setting with Dominic. They’ve known each other since they were children. And ever since they were kids, Dominic was a competition she kept trying to beat.

Not long ago, they were equal. Not in terms of wealth and influence, but as humans with careers. But now, she was reporting to him. She was no longer the person who was walking straight while someone was trying to keep up with her pace — fast or slow.

"How’s your plan going so far?" he asked as soon as they walked out of the establishment. "Doing great?"

"My cousin will do the paperwork," she said, jogging faster to reach their car and get the door for him. Ivy unhesitatingly opened the door for Dominic, making him furrow his brows.

"Please don’t say anything about gender roles," she blurted out before he could say anything. "And things will be done in an hour."

"You’re fast," he said. "Don’t lower your guard. One hour is a long time to change things. Call your cousin and tell them to get it done in thirty minutes."

"Also, I’m not going to comment about gender roles," he added with a smirk, getting in the car like usual.

Ivy flinched a little when Dominic closed the door.

"Wait," she called, only to hear Dominic say, "the other side."

"Tch. I hope you didn’t treat my best friend like this when you were married," Ivy secretly clicked her tongue and raised her brows briefly, jogging around the car to enter the other side of the door.

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[Back to Primo and Moose.]

"There you go." Moose signed the document and slid it to the bank manager. "I want this to be done in thirty minutes."

The bank manager smiled nervously. "Mr. Zhu, the paperwork will take at least..."

"Please." Primo chimed in. "Mr. Zhu is a busy man and even when we know protocols, make it quick."

The bank manager didn’t respond immediately, but still nodded in understanding.

"I understand, but thirty minutes is impossible even if we dismiss some steps," he explained. "Though I can promise you, everything will be settled in an hour."

"An hour?" Primo frowned a little, casting Moose a sidelong glance. "We’re not waiting for one hour."

"It’s alright. One hour it is." Moose rocked his head, making the bank manager smile. "But if you can finish earlier than that, then I’d appreciate it."

"For sure. We’ll try our best to finish it before then." The manager nodded profusely, took the paperwork, and excused himself to process the papers.

"One hour?" Primo murmured as soon as the bank manager left them. "We don’t have an hour."

"Do you know how long it takes for this process normally? Of course, you don’t. You’re dirt poor." Moose arched a brow. "It’s usually three to seven business days. Also, if we’re kind enough to wait, they’ll be motivated to do things faster. So, chill. We got an hour. Those guys won’t be finished until then."

"What if they retreated?" Primo scrunched up his nose in dismay. "What would happen then?"

Moose smiled. "Then I’ll help you frame their heads on your wall of shame."