Carte Blanche Card Novels & Stories

The sales assistant, seeing it was a black card, respectfully took it with both hands. While waiting, Scarlett casually asked, "How much is left on the card?" The sales assistant replied, "This is an unlimited card. You can spend as much as you like." Scarlett was stunned, "???" Did she hear that right? "Say that again! What? I can spend as much as I want?!"

Those exclusive black cards came in various tiers of prestige. The gold black card boasted a limit of $15 million, with only a hundred in circulation. The diamond black card extended its limit to $150 million, but only ten existed. And then, there was the obsidian card—the pinnacle of wealth and status. With only one in the entire country, it required a staggering $750 million just to activate. It was unparalleled, a symbol of unparalleled affluence and influence. Possessing any of these cards was akin to holding a ticket proclaiming one's immense wealth and power. Yet, acquiring them wasn't a matter of application; one had to be invited by the bank.

Even Eleanor, who had been pretending to browse, was watching with barely contained amusement. Scarlett’s smile didn’t change. Instead, she reached into her purse, pulled out a sleek, black metal card, and placed it deliberately on the counter. The silence was immediate, because Scarlett had just casually pulled out a Black cardfrom her bag. Because a Black Card wasn’t just a credit card. It was a statement. It had no limits, and answered no one's questions. The cashier blinked at it, her throat moving as she swallowed. Scarlett could hear someone gasp behind her. The cashier took the card, shaking as she held it in her hands.