I Breathe Euro

"Doctor, why me?" Clark questioned.

"Well, I wanted you to feel the warmth of a woman as you seem lonely lately, and about the cash, that idiot thinks I am a prisoner or some shit; he is intentionally hiding it out when I bring up the topic of converting money. Let me give a call," Jack said as he pulled out his phone.

Jack then called Luxaviation, as he had waited enough for Mr. Smith to convert the money.

"Hello, sir, the ladies are in New York as you've suggested, the agent of America said.

"Oh! Then I'll return soon; I have a business here in Pennsylvania. Let them stay in the best hotel, Jack said.

"Yes sir, is there anything else you require from me?" The agent asked as she was directly under Jack.

"Yes, I want to convert over a billion. Can it be done?" Jack asked if he wanted to invest money here in America for safety purposes.

"Over a billion?!! That is actually not in my capacity, sir," the agent replied, as she was not able to convert such a huge amount.

"How about ten million? I'll give you ten million euros; you give me ten million dollars," Jaack said as he knew the company overcharges him, so he made a reasonable offer.

"Of course, Sir, we understand your request. However, giving you cash in exchange for a bank payment is a bit tricky for us. It's risky, and with the small profit margin, it doesn't make sense for us to take that chance. That said, if you can provide a bank account number, we can transfer the amount directly. This way, it won't be risky, and the profit margin will make it feasible for us," the agent explained thoughtfully.

"All right, don't worry about it. Just prepare a million in cash; I'll pick it up in New York. In the meantime, I'm sending you the details of a bank account—transfer five hundred thousand into that account," Jack said, his tone firm but controlled, though a flicker of frustration was evident.

"Yes, Sir. We'll process the transaction right away," the agent responded without hesitation.

Jack nodded to himself, mentally organizing his priorities. While cash was crucial for immediate needs, he knew the serum deal with the Army would soon provide a substantial influx of money. He casually patted the car card in his pocket, a handy perk from the system, ensuring his mobility wasn't an issue. Still, having some extra cash on hand was always smart, especially when dealing with unpredictable circumstances.

"Boss, my account just got half a million in cash! Is that my salary?" Clark said, jogging to catch up with Jack. His tone was playful, and the sudden shift from calling him "Doctor" to "Boss" added a hint of humor as they strolled through the bustling town.

"Yes, just go and cash it out from the ATM. What's your withdrawal limit?" Jack asked casually. Thanks to his photographic memory, he clearly recalled Clark's bank details from the one time he'd seen them.

"Look over there; there's a bank branch right across the street. I'll go in and inform them that I'll be withdrawing $500,000 tomorrow.

That way, they can prepare the funds, and we can come back tomorrow to collect it," Clark said, gesturing toward the bank with a casual nod, his voice confident but practical.

"All right, go ahead," Jack replied with a nod of approval, his expression calm. "I'll just wait for you here; no need for me to go inside. You handle the details; I'll stay out here." He wasn't particularly interested in entering the bank himself, preferring to keep a low profile as always.

After waiting for a while, Jack casually noticed a car approaching in the distance. As it drew closer, his eyes narrowed in recognition—it was Mr. Smith's car, unmistakable in its sleek, black design. Jack didn't flinch. Instead, he scanned the area with a composed expression, taking in the situation with confidence. Without a hint of panic, he subtly checked himself for any sensors or tracking devices, running his hands over his body, ensuring there were no location detectors planted on him. Everything seemed fine.

The car pulled up smoothly and stopped right in front of Jack. The window rolled down, revealing Mr. Smith sitting inside, smiling. He nodded to Jack, clearly in a good mood.

"Get in," Mr. Smith said, his tone light.

Jack leaned casually against the pole, unhurried. "Wait a little. Clark is still inside the bank. We'll leave after he comes back," he replied confidently, showing no sign of rushing.

"How did you find me?" Jack asked, curious. The town wasn't that big, but it was still a town, and he wondered how Mr. Smith had managed to track him down here.

"You see those cameras?" Mr. Smith said, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous smile. "They're installed and monitored by my men. Finding you wasn't a big deal."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Doctor—oh! Mr. Smith, you're here too?" Clark said, surprised to see Mr. Smith.

The three of them returned to the villa, and as they entered, Mr. Smith quietly pulled Jack aside. With a purposeful glance, he motioned toward a set of medical equipment. "I've got some tools here to check on Amelia," he said, his voice serious as he led Jack toward the equipment, indicating that it was important.

Mr. Smith opened the trunk of the car and showed Jack the medical equipment inside. Jack gave a casual nod, understanding what was needed.

"I'll do my best with her," Jack said with a calm assurance as he followed Mr. Smith back into the villa.

Amanda was waiting for Jack; as soon as she saw Jack, she came closer. Jack showed her the cat in his palm and said, "I brought you this; isn't it cute?"

"It's very cute." Amanda, looking at the cat, was mesmerized and was infatuated.

After dinner, Jack and Amelia were in a room because Jack wanted to see his patient alone and to know more about the situation.

"D...Doctor, I am fine," Amelia said, then sighed.

"No, let me check on you. Don't be disheartened; I'll try my best." Jack thought she was fed up with all the medical checkups.