"No? No way! How about checking again? There must be something wrong with their mind!" Kade said resolutely.

"Fine, fine. If everything is fine, I have to go."

Looking at the two old men in confusion, Kade turned around and wanted to leave.

"Huh? Grandson, wait!"

Kade's hand was grabbed by the old man in traditional clothes.

"What are you doing? Let go, or I'm going to shout for help!" Kade was so scared that his face turned pale.

He thought that the two men were probably scammers.

He didn't dare to push them hard. If he hurt this old man...

He was afraid that he would have to become a male prostitute tonight.

Thus, one old and one young, they held hands...

The old's eyes were full of excitement.

The young's gaze was evasive and uneasy.

...

After a long time.

"I don't have any money. Don't mess with me," Kade said sincerely.

...

"Kid, I'm your grandfather! Really!"

The old man grabbed Kade's hand and refused to let go.

...

"Okay, you are my grandfather."

Kade forced a smile. "Grandfather, can you let me go?"

Grandfather?

Kade thought that as long as this old man would let go, he could call him anything!

"Haha, grandson!"

The old man laughed and let go of his hand to give Kade a hug.

Swoosh!

Kade ran away.

He ran like a frightened rabbit.

"Sir, you should find someone with properties to blackmail. You can't make a lot of money from ripping me off..."

Bang!

"Ouch!"

Kade fell to the ground.

"Grandson, why don't you believe that I am your grandfather?"

The old man quickly walked over and helped the dizzy Kade up.

The butler took out a medical report from a briefcase and said amiably, "Your name is Kade, right? Twenty-two years ago, you were adopted by Brogan and Myla.

"But your grandfather's surname is Harrington. His full name is Finnegan Harrington. He is the one in front of you. Your original name is Kade Harrington."

Kade took the test report and carefully read it. The similarity of their gene was as high as ninety-nine percent. This couldn't be wrong.

But...

"Sir, what does the test report have to do with me?"

He wasn't the one being tested.

"Hehe, I used your hair for the test? Why does it have nothing to do with you?"

Finnegan's face was wrinkled from smiles as he rubbed his hands without stopping.

"Did you make a mistake? How do you have my hair?"

Kade was confused.

The butler laughed, "A few days ago, you went to the entrance of the neighborhood for a free haircut."

Kade remembered that.

"So, you are really my grandfather?"

"Of course. If you don't believe me, you can go to the hospital for another test."

Finnegan thought for a moment.

He held back his pain and pulled out a strand of his hair.

"If you don't believe me, go and test it yourself."

In fact, Finnegan was afraid of making mistakes, so he did the test three times.

The first time, he used the glove that Kade used to eat fast food.

The second time was the tissue that Kade threw away after he was cut by a knife...

In fact, this was nothing to Finnegan.

He had a net worth of billions.

If he wanted to investigate a person, it wouldn't be a problem for him to look into his or her ancestors.

...

Kade believed it since the housekeeper showed him the test results. What happened next dispelled the last trace of his doubt.

"Grandson, I came in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare a gift. Take this card. The password is..."

Finnegan took out a black and glowing bank card.

Kade's eyelids twitched.

Black card... Kade knew what it meant.

Even if he never had one, he had heard about it.

Moreover, this black card was unique, but he couldn't tell how.

"How much is on this card?" Kade swallowed hard.

"One... 1.5 million dollars."

Finnegan changed his words.

Kade instantly widened his eyes. "Oh my goodness..."

He got rich!

He woke up and quickly put the black card into his pocket.

Then, he wrapped his arms around Finnegan's neck and walked away to whisper to him.

"Can I use this?"

"Sure. This is your pocket money for this month."

"You didn't lie to me?"

"Why would I lie to you? Go to the bank and check it out."

...

"Then I will use it."

"Just go ahead."

"You can't accuse me of swindling!"

"I won't."

Finnegan's mouth twitched.

He suddenly felt a toothache.

1.5 million dollars was nothing to him. This black card could be used to overdraft without limit.

This grandson of his was his designated successor.

He just wanted to test his character.

...

"Thank you so much!"

Kade said politely, wondering if he should say something else.

...

After thinking about it, he decided to shut up. After all, they were not familiar with each other.

"I am going to work. See you later!"

"Grandson, wait!" Finnegan shouted.

"What? You want to go back on your word?" Kade's expression turned serious.

"Uh, no. I'm busy and will be returning to Seattle soon. Call me if you need anything."

Finnegan handed Kade a small note with a phone number written on it.

"Well, okay."

Kade had just received it when he saw Finnegan staring at him with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?"

Kade felt a chill run down his spine.

"Nothing. Actually, I just want to ask you a question. Since you already have 1.5 million dollars, why do you still want to work?" Finnegan asked in a puzzled tone.

Kade was stunned and slapped his forehead.

That was right! He already had 1.5 million dollars. Why should he work?

Kade smiled and patted Finnegan on the shoulder. "Thanks for your reminder. That makes sense. Look at how nervous I am. My mind is muddled. It's time to enjoy life now."

Waving his hand at Finnegan, Kade turned around and ran out of the neighborhood.

...

The two old men looked at each other.

They were dumbfounded.

Why didn't Kade do as they expected?

...

1.5 million dollars!

Kade wandered around the streets.

His imagination ran wild.

He occasionally pinched his face and would always be stunned. "Oh my, is this not a dream?"

In the end, he mustered up his courage and decided to go to the bank to check if this was true.

He glanced at his watch. It was nine o'clock, and the bank should be open.

Today was Saturday and there were few people in the bank. Most of them were here for formalities.

Kade walked to the nearest bank.

...

In front of the front desk.

"Excuse me. I want to transfer some money."

A beauty was sitting in her chair, putting on her lipstick with a mirror.

She glanced at Kade and waved her hand impatiently. "Aren't there ATMs outside? We are busy. Please serve yourself."

...

"Hey, it is not safe outside." Kade looked around cautiously and whispered.

The middle-aged man, who was going through formalities, burst out laughing.

"Young man, don't worry. You need help from a clerk with a transaction over 15 thousand dollars."

The man meant that Kade didn't have enough money.

"But banks serve everyone. How can you ignore me just because you think I'm poor?"

With the black card as the support, Kade became more confident. Even if the black card didn't have any money in it, he could get himself a way out by taking it out.

"Young man, do this after you save enough money, okay?"

The middle-aged man laughed so hard that his shoulders shook.

...

The manager was serving himself coffee.

On his face, he maintained his usual professional smile.

He felt that it was quite interesting. The clothes this young man wore cost no more than a hundred.

But he was actually impetuous.

The man was right.

And the clerk was right as well.

This young man could just use an ATM. Why bother fighting for fairness?

One had to know that in this world, there had never been true fairness.

That was just a meaningless struggle from the poor.

But in the next moment, the bank manager's hand that was holding the coffee cup suddenly shook, and the coffee splashed all over his clothes.

His eyes widened so much.

What the hell?

Kade just took out the black card and said word by word, "I, want to, transfer, some, money!"