"Oh my god!
Beauty, you actually have a black card—this must be from... from President Lucas M, right?"
To stop her best friend from blurting out Lucas's full name, Beauty shot her a pointed glance.
Hannah caught on immediately and swiftly changed her tone.
But with only a handful of such black cards issued worldwide, the store clerk had already figured it out.
Everyone knew who the most frequent high-spending male customer was—they just chose not to say it aloud.
Stepping out of the boutique, the scorching sun bore down on them.
The two ducked into a dessert shop to cool off.
Today, Lucas had miraculously granted her a day off, and she wasn't about to waste it by heading home early!
Hannah frowned in confusion.
"Beauty, you've got a black card right in your hand—why aren't you using it?
Why drain your own savings like some naive little girl?
Don't tell me you're trying to save money for your dear 'Uncle'?"
