Katelyn glanced at the card on the floor. It was a prestigious credit card with an unlimited spending limit. Globally, only a select few at the top of the social ladder could qualify for such a card.

Behind her, Lise stared at the card, her eyes wide with bitter envy. She couldn’t believe what Elora was doing. Elora had just nonchalantly offered the black card to Katelyn.

Despite all of Lise’s efforts to ingratiate herself with Elora, she had only ever received minor gifts—nothing as significant as the black card.

Katelyn looked up at Elora, confused. “What are you trying to do?” she asked.

Elora gazed down at her with a proud look. “If you leave this room and sincerely apologize to Lise, this black card is yours. You’ll never have to worry about money again.”

As Katelyn stayed silent, a smug look spread across Lise’s face.

“I heard you’re a designer. Sketching all those drafts must be hard, right? With this card, you could enjoy a luxurious life.”

Behind her, Lise’s hands were balled into fists, itching to grab the card for herself. Even as a member of the wealthy Bailey family, their fortune paled in comparison to the value of a black card.

Katelyn couldn’t suppress a mocking sneer, her expression full of intent.

Elora sniffed dismissively, tilting her chin up, anticipating Katelyn’s submission and apology. “I’ll count down from three. Just do as I’ve asked, and the card is yours. Three—”

Lise interjected hesitantly, “Your Highness, this matter is too trivial to warrant a black card. Please, take it back.” She hoped Elora might offer her the black card another time, under better circumstances.

However, the thought of Katelyn getting the card gnawed at her.

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Elora looked at Lise with a cold, disdainful stare, her contempt sharper than ever. As she had always suspected, Lise really was crude and unrefined.

Elora had intended to demean Katelyn with money, all for Lise’s sake, but Lise, in her foolishness, had undermined her by suggesting she withdraw the offer. If Lise hadn’t—

Elora had been Lise’s most devoted follower for years. If Lise hadn’t been so submissive and prone to embarrassment, Elora might not have brought her along at all. Lise’s ingrained nature seemed unchangeable.

Elora turned her attention back to Katelyn. Noticing that Katelyn hadn’t moved to pick up the card, Lise seized the opportunity to voice her frustration.

“You don’t even understand what the black card represents, do you? It’s a special card issued by global banks—something most people will never encounter in their lifetimes.”

Katelyn glanced between the two women, regarding them as if they were nothing more than a sideshow. This was the first time anyone had attempted to demean her with money. She found it oddly amusing.

Katelyn turned to Lise and replied nonchalantly, “If you want it, take it.”

Lise was taken aback, unable to form a response. Her scheme had been laid bare, leaving her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She glanced at Elora and breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed Elora hadn’t seen her discomfort. She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure.

“You should stop pretending to be so detached and superior,” Lise sneered. “That expression disgusts me the most.”

The corner of Katelyn’s mouth curled into a smirk. She taunted, “Are those your true feelings?”

Once again, Lise found herself speechless. Her frustration grew as Katelyn’s boldness seemed to multiply. Newest update provided by f?ndnovel.net

Though Lise was upset by the idea of Katelyn receiving the black card, the thought of Katelyn kneeling and apologizing was far more appealing. Lise was already scheming to capture Katelyn’s humiliation on video and share it widely.

Elora’s expression grew colder, her patience wearing thin. She couldn’t believe that anyone could resist the temptation of a black card. In the face of a lifetime of wealth, a simple apology seemed insignificant. Yet Katelyn remained unfazed, as though she hadn’t heard a word they said.

Lise clenched her phone tightly, realizing her plan might not unfold as expected.

Elora’s composure finally cracked, her voice sharp as she counted the last number. “One.”

Just at that moment, Katelyn began to lean forward slightly.

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