Zayne wilted completely. Although he wanted to give Charlie another 100 million US dollars to upgrade his living conditions to something at least decent, he no longer had so much money at his disposal. Lord Banks kept very close control over the family’s financials. Although Zayne was the eldest son, and he owned a lot of real estate as well as various other assets, the liquid assets under his control were not much to speak of.
The whole of the Banks family’s capital expenditures were through family credit, and while money could be spent, it was under the control of the family's financial system. Lord Banks was not stingy, but he was controlling. His father wouldn’t stop him from buying an airplane for hundreds of millions of dollars but would insist on knowing about and approving the purchase in advance. If any member of the Banks family dared to spend large sums without prior approval, or use the family credit for his own purposes, he would be severely punished by the family.
In order to consolidate financial power, the family’s financial team was completely at the mercy of Lord Banks alone. They periodically audited the expenditures made by each of the Banks family heirs. These audits were as detailed as to financial crimes investigations. Therefore, none of the Banks family descendants dared to spend money indiscriminately behind the old man's back.
When Zayne went behind his father’s back to pay Hamid $100 million US Dollars, it was an emergency. If he tried this again, he would inevitably be severely punished by Lord Banks. So Zayne knew very well that after that first transfer, there would be no more opportunities to repeat such a trick. The old man might even have stopped his access to the family credit by now. Besides, Zayne didn’t even have a phone to make a call and so it would be impossible to get money to give to Charlie in the first place. There was really no choice but forbearance at the moment.
After taking his leave from Zayne, Oliver hurried away, leaving Zayne alone in his dilapidated courtyard. Syria is warm and rainy in winter. And as Zayne felt lost, a heavy rain poured on his head. He hurriedly ducked inside, seeing the rain outside getting worse and worse, making the entire yard muddy and desperate looking.
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