Chapter 164:
“You’re right.” Claude, still shaken, sided with Thea. Unlike Christina, Thea had long been recognized as a legitimate premium client, while Christina’s supposed black card had yet to prove itself genuine. Skepticism crept in, especially with Katie appearing to know so much about Christina’s background.
A quiet breath of relief escaped the senior sales assistant, who had felt like she’d been on a roller coaster. If it turned out Christina used a counterfeit card, they definitely needed to involve the police.
With composure, Christina turned her attention to Claude as he approached. Gracefully, she extended her hand, the black card displayed between her fingers. “You’re welcome to verify it,” Christina said, her voice gentle, her smile unwavering.
Each time Claude looked Christina in the eyes, something about her calm confidence made him feel strangely uneasy. Not wasting a second, he took the card and hurried toward the cashier to run it through the verification process.
Everyone in the store watched his every move, waiting for the truth to come out. Suddenly, color drained from his face.
A collective gasp seemed to run through Thea and the others, nerves suddenly stretched tight.
Verifying the card left Claude speechless, his hands shaking so badly that he nearly dropped it. The truth was unmistakable: this was an authentic black card. No matter how hard he tried, his clearance couldn’t reveal the identity of the cardholder.
“Well? What did you find out? Why are you just standing there?” Katie asked, unable to bear the suspense any longer as she shot a scowl at Claude. Anxiety twisted inside her, and she nearly bounced on her toes, desperate for an answer.
Jolted out of his stupor, Claude stumbled toward Christina, knees wobbling with each step.
“Out of my way! Move aside, everyone!” Claude ordered, waving frantically at the security staff to clear a path.
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“Please, take your card back,” Claude said to Christina, handing the card over with both hands, his respect plain to see.
Raising one eyebrow, Christina accepted it. “I take it you’ve confirmed my card isn’t a fake?”
“Y-yes, absolutely! I’m sorry for doubting someone of your standing. Please overlook my ignorance,” Claude stammered, nodding vigorously, the apology spilling out as his whole body trembled.
The senior sales assistant, realizing the blunder, hurried forward with watery eyes. “Miss Jones, I’m so sorry. I completely misjudged you. Please forgive me—I swear it won’t happen again!”
Chloe, who could only hear what was going on due to her sight issue, let out a chilly little laugh under her breath. Hearing them trip over themselves to apologize to Christina was almost comical. These people really needed a harsh lesson.
Valerie just stared, utterly stunned and speechless, her mind struggling to process what she was witnessing. For Christina to turn out to be the exclusive black cardholder was beyond anything she’d imagined.
With a calm, measured air, Christina slid the black card back into her wallet. “I want to speak with your superior,” she said, eyes locked on Claude.
Claude and the senior sales assistant froze, shivering in fear.
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