Elora’s eyes gleamed with a mix of smugness and contempt. She had been certain all along that no one could resist the lure of money, especially a coveted black card. To her, wealth was the ultimate power in this world. If things weren’t going her way, it only meant more money needed to be thrown at the problem.

Meanwhile, Lise felt conflicted. She didn’t want Katelyn to get her hands on a black card so easily, but she did want to see Katelyn grovel at her feet like a servant.

Katelyn stayed bent over, and both women watched eagerly, anticipating her humiliation. But to their shock, she soon stood up, stepped on the card, and kicked it back toward Elora. Her eyes held a sharp, icy glint.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you to clean up after yourself?” she said.

At first, Katelyn thought about picking up the card and handing it back to Elora. But when she saw the smugness on Elora’s face, she changed her mind and decided to kick it away instead. She had no desire to dirty her hands. Both Lise and Elora stared at Katelyn in disbelief, wondering if she had lost her senses. To her, even a rare, limited-edition global black card seemed like garbage.

The situation had taken an unexpected turn. Elora clenched her fists, struggling to hide her frustration.

“Think carefully before you decide. I’m giving you one last chance,” Elora warned.

Katelyn’s expression remained cold and detached. “Take your trash with you.”

She had been financially independent for years, so the black card held no value for her. She had already seen enough to know that Elora was both arrogant and self-absorbed—traits that had become clear in their earlier conversation. Elora seemed to rely on money as a weapon to belittle others. It was a crude approach but often effective.

Lise’s eyes widened with disbelief. Had Katelyn lost her mind, or was she still pretending to be above it all to turn down such an offer?

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“I have to say, Katelyn, you are unbelievably foolish. You just let money fall right out of your hands. A high-end black card is trash to you? Is that really the limit of your vision?”

Her voice dripped with bitterness and resentment. Katelyn looked completely unmoved, as if nothing in this situation mattered to her.

“It’s just a black card,” she replied.

Katelyn walked back to her room, grabbed her bag, and pulled out a black card with gold embossing. Her gaze was icy as she looked at the two women.

“I’ve had one of these for ages. Why do you think I need one more from you?”

The mere fact that she had dismissed the black card as trash had already stunned them. Now, seeing the same card in her hand, they could only stare at her, mouths open.

How could this be? How did Katelyn get her hands on a black card?

Wasn’t it supposed to be a globally limited edition? How could someone like Katelyn qualify to own one?

Lise clenched her fists, struggling to hold back her rising resentment.

“Katelyn, where did you get that black card? Was it handed to you by the Bailey family, or did Vincent give it to you?”

Lise’s voice was laced with hatred as she gritted her teeth. She refused to accept the idea that Katelyn could have obtained the card through her own merit. In her mind, it was simply impossible.

After all, Lise herself had never even seen an application form for one.

For Lise, the black card symbolized the chasm between her and Katelyn. Things were not supposed to be like this.

She had always believed that Katelyn should remain below her, never rising to her level.

Katelyn tucked the card away with a casual air and replied coolly,

“In your mind, do you think I need to depend on others to get something like this? Or are you just bitter because, even with all the help you have, you still can’t obtain it, and that eats you up inside?” ? ? ? ?s, ?s? s

Her words hit a nerve, exposing Lise’s deepest fear. Lise sneered and said,

“There you go, acting all aloof again. That’s what I can’t stand. Vincent must have given you that card.”

Katelyn’s patience was wearing thin, and she was no longer in the mood to waste time on Lise.

She pointed to the door and stated,

“Think whatever you want. Now, can you get out of my doorway?”

Lise gritted her teeth, refusing to budge.

“I’m not going anywhere! You’re the one who should leave!”

She then turned her attention to the nearby hotel staff.

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