Anyone who possessed this card
was an absolute VIP at Citibank.
Whether he wanted to reach for the moon in the sky or fish whales from the sea,
as long as it was within human capability,
Citibank would serve him wholeheartedly and do its best to satisfy him.
The moment it appeared, most doors across America would open to its holder.
From political connections to everyday shopping and school admissions, almost any problem could be easily solved.
Yet this very black card, which represented "distinguished status,"
was flung without hesitation at... Leon by the chestnut-haired girl staring straight at Tony.
Of course, Leon did not let it actually hit his face. He caught the black card between his fingers instead.
The brother beside the girl's mouth twitched slightly. His strained expression nearly broke, as though he was somewhat heartbroken.
But the girl's gaze was blade-sharp, without the slightest hint of regret. She temporarily shifted her eyes away from Tony and glared at Leon instead.
For some reason, Leon felt that the girl was putting up a fierce front while feeling weak inside.
Yet her tone remained firm. "Take your money back!"
"We'll uncover the truth about what happened back then ourselves! Don't think that blaming everything on a dead man will make us believe you like idiots!"
"Even if you're Superman, we won't submit, and we won't take your filthy Stark money!"
Leon suddenly understood. They had not come for revenge—they had come to return the money.
He looked at the bank card in his hand. The golden patterns on its surface shone brilliantly in the sunlight.
He had not expected Natasha to be so thorough.
She had not only given the siblings money, but had also gotten them a black card.
Still, why did this scene inexplicably make him