“Sorry, sir, insufficient balance on this card.”
I froze. This was the unlimited card Victoria had given me five years ago. I hardly used it. Just as I reached for my phone to call her, the sound of polished leather shoes clicked behind me.
“Chris, pack up all your latest models for me.”
It was Andrew Young.
He strode up, exuding arrogance, and glanced at me with contempt before producing a sleek black card.
Victoria’s primary card.
The one with the true unlimited limit.
The card in my hand was only a supplementary one—its balance strictly controlled.
The clerk’s demeanor shifted instantly.
“Mr. Young, your total is 56.8 million.”
With theatrical flourish, he swiped the card, then casually drew a cigarette from his pocket.
The clerk bent over himself like a servant, rushing to light it.
Andrew exhaled a stream of smoke in my direction, eyes gleaming with ridicule.
“Where a woman’s money goes, so does her heart. Imagine walking into a luxury store with no money. Pathetic.”
His smoke stung my face, but I stared back, unflinching. Slowly, I pulled out my phone and spoke into it.
“110? I’d like to report fraudulent use of my wife’s credit card. Please send officers immediately.”