LittleNovelChapter 800: Leah instinctively took a step back. She had no desire to cause a scene-especially with a charity event looming that evening.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Miss Holland, what do you say?" Andromache finally turned to Corrine. "Nyour price." Corrine's smile remained unwavering. "Apologies, but I don't lack money." Her gaze flickered over Andromache as she continued, “Besides, Ms. Hopkins, with your fuller figure, this dress might not be the best fit." Her tone was all innocence, her words seemingly well-meaning, as though she were offering a friendly piece of advice. But the underlying message was clear.
Andromache's face went rigid, her teeth grinding together. "Miss Holland, you seem awfully confident about your own figure." Corrine merely lifted a brow. "The proof is right here, isn't it?" Just then, the sales clerk who had assisted Corrine earlier approached, carefully handing the black gold card back to her. "Ma'am, please keep this safe." Corrine took it with a small nod of acknowledgment.
Andromache's eyes narrowed sharply, locking onto the card. "Is that a black gold card?" Corrine's expression remained calm, though a faint flicker of amusement danced in her eyes. “I suppose it is.” A slow sneer crept across Andromache's flawlessly made-up face. "Did Nate give it to you?" Globally, black gold cards were more than just symbols of wealth; they were badges of exclusivity, granted only to a select few. Money alone wasn't enough to obtain one; the approval process was rigorous, scrutinizing not just financial standing but influence, connections, and an unspoken hierarchy known only to the elite. Cardholders were stratified according to their assessed worth, with the black gold cards reigning supreme-an emblem of unparalleled privilege. Those who held one gained unrestricted access to luxury venues, doors opening before them without question, their status granting them precedence wherever they went.
Yet despite hailing from the affluent Hopkins family, Andromache had never met the requirements to obtain one.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwhere stories grow Her gaze lingered on Corrine, sweeping over her with quiet scrutiny, as if searching for the missing piece in an otherwise incomprehensible puzzle. The Ford family might be the wealthiest in Lyhaton, their influence towering over others, but Andromache found it hard to believe that Corrine, of all people, had secured a black gold card on her own. No—there had to be another explanation.
In her mind, the Lyhaton wealthiest family title was nothing more than an ephemeral crown, one that could shift with the tides of fortune.
Corrine, however, remained composed, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the sleek card. A faint, knowing smile curved her lips. "I don't need him to giveone."
The quiet conviction in her voice made the statement impossible to ignore.
Yet, Andromache's painted lips twisted into a smirk, her disbelief barely concealed beneath an air of feigned amusement. She regarded Corrine's claim as nothing more than self-important posturing-the words of someone oblivious to the true weight of what she held. Her tone carried the faintest edge of mockery as she crossed her arms. "Since you say this card is yours, why don't you enlighten us on what it takes to hold one?"
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