ine quickly entered the wedding anniversary date of Charlie and ire into the ATM.


    The screen disyed, “Hello, esteemed Citibank Supreme VIP member, your password is incorrect. You have one attempt remaining for today.”


    “Darn it!” ine eximed in frustration. “Wrong again? Ugh, I’m down to myst chance…”


    As she paced nervously, a thought suddenly crossed her mind: Could it possibly be Charlie’s birthday?


    Excited at the prospect, she hesitated when she realized she didn’t actually know when his birthday was. Sheepishly, she pulled out her phone and called ire.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    As soon as ire picked up, ine rushed, “ire, when is Charlie’s birthday?”


    ire responded with skepticism, “Mom, why do you want to know?”


    She was aware of her mother’s long-standing disdain for Charlie, leaving her puzzled as to why ine was suddenly interested in this information.


    ine stammered, “Oh, um, Charlie got us a vi, didn’t he? He worked so hard for that, so I thought I’d reward him by celebrating his birthday.”


    “It’s on February 2,” ire replied.


    ine frowned, “February 2? Candlemas?”


    “Yes, Candlemas,” ire confirmed.


    “Hmm… What about the day he was sent to the orphanage?” ine inquired.


    “That’s on March 13,” ire answered.


    “Got it,” ine said, wrapping up the call. However, she found herself in another predicament.


    She knew the year of Charlie’s birth and how old he was when he entered the orphanage, but she was torn between using 0202 for his birthday or 0313 for the orphanage remembrance day.


    With only one chance left to enter the password, a mistake would mean her card would be blocked.


    She had to choose wisely. After some reflection, ine concluded that his birthday held more significance than the sorrowful day he was sent away.


    Deciding that the birthday was the better choice, she entered the date while biting her lip in anticipation.


    Almost instantly, a message that filled her with excitement appeared on the screen: “Hello, esteemed Citibank Supreme VIP member, your password has been sessfully verified. Please select a service.”


    ine was ecstatic; she had finally guessed the password correctly!


    She immediately clicked on the option to check the bnce, eager to see how much money Charlie had in his ount.


    After a moment, a stream of lengthy numbers shed on the screen, causing her to feel dizzy and disoriented.


    “Wow, I had no idea Charlie the so-called loser had this much money! Let’s see how many facials I can afford with this!” she murmured as she began to count. With each number, her mouth slowly dropped open, her eyes widened, and soon, her jaw dropped in disbelief.


    “Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million!!!”


    “Hundred million!!!”


    “Billion!!!”


    “Ten billion!!!”


    ine clutched her chest, trying to steady her racing heart and avoid fainting from the shock!


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