Noah shook his head firmly. "Don't worry, Uncle Smith. I'll pay for it. I'm not going to willingly hand over my money to scammers if I didn't have a solid plan, right Ethan?"
Ethan nodded his head from the back seat, showing more confidence in his cousin than his father currently felt. "Let's trust Noah, Father. He knows what he's doing."
Ethan had witnessed too many surprises from his cousin in such a short period of time—the sudden wealth, the gaming skills, the complete transformation. He was starting to genuinely believe Noah could actually pull off whatever scheme he had in mind.
They arrived at the bank, and Noah led them inside toward the service counters. Surprisingly, the teller who was available was the same young woman he had encountered multiple times during his previous withdrawals—the same clumsy girl who had accidentally shouted the amount of money he wanted to withdraw that one time, which had led to him getting into trouble with a would-be thief on his way home.
