Novel & Cerita Carte Blanche Card

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

"Pack this up for me, please." Catelyn knew Maria was taking a jab at her, and her face darkened. She snatched the red card and waved it. "What is this, some knockoff? Is it more prestigious than a black card?" To her surprise, the saleswoman exclaimed, "You have a black card, and you don't know about the red card?" Eleanor's expression changed slightly. "Don't tell me… This is the red card issued jointly by the world's top ten financial institutions?"

He takes out something from his suit pocket and flashes it to him proudly. It was a black card. A black card is a no spending limit credit card that's ultimately reserved for the ultra-rich people. Zen's jaw drops in shock. It's his first time seeing one. This even made him more uncomfortable. For goodness sake, he just met this man and he's already treating him. As if reading Zen's mind, Mr. Tan clears the misunderstanding, "This is not mine. It's Mr. Claude's. I'm just following his orders." "Ah, I see." Zen simply says not knowing what else to say.

Without another word, he reached into his coat and handed me a matte-black card. It was heavier than I expected. Cold metal pressed against my fingertips. The Thorne family crest shimmered faintly across the surface in brushed gold. I looked up at him. “Caleb…” “A Thorne Group Black Card,” he said calmly. “No spending limit. It’s connected to my private accounts.” For a second, I genuinely thought he had lost his mind. “Nebula,” I muttered internally, “tell me I’m hallucinating.” “Sadly, no,” the cat sighed dramatically. “The man is financially flirting with you.”

one of the marshals asked. "No, but my brother is," Cheyne replied. "I'm sorry, Sir, only the cardholder is allowed to go up." Yohan nudged Cheyne aside and pulled out his gold card. Cheyne's eyes widened as he saw Yohan's card. Only elite figures and ultra-wealthy CEOs like his brother, Dylan Blanc-Rui, held those. It was a perk exclusive to Underground Triad Alliance members. Cheyne only had a silver card.

She pulled out a sleek, gold-trimmed card from her pocket—the one Dutton had given her. It wasn’t the top-tier Black Card, but for the VIP tunnel, it would do. Chairman Blake frowned. “Gold Art Card? Where’s your Black Card? Isn’t that the one you usually carry?” “In my other pocket,” Briella replied casually. “Too flashy. Besides, this one works just fine.” ***

Clearly, it wasn't machine-pressed but meticulously hand-carved. Frederick asked curiously, "What is this card for?" Scarlett eagerly explained, "It's called the Black Dragon Card. If you see any company with this Black Dragon symbol, you can enter and make any request within their capabilities. For instance, you can raise funds at a financial company, dine for free at restaurants, and..." Frederick cheerfully accepted the Black Dragon Card. "Free dining? That's quite good." With that, Frederick turned and left. Seeing Frederick walking away, Scarlett was left completely dumbfounded.

ECSTATIC, Mary stammered, "Of course it will! Mr. Astor, you are considerate! Rest assured, our coach will not disappoint." Charlie took out his grandfather's wallet, which contained a row of Centurion credit cards—commonly referred to as the "black card." Charlie took out one of the black cards and handed it to Mary. Mary was so shocked that she held it carefully, trying to control her expression with trembling hands, but her fingers couldn't help but quietly touch the card underneath. "Th-thank you, Mr. Astor! I'll go settle the bill for you! Please feel free to look around!"

Faye uttered annoyedly. Xyla tossed a black card with unlimited credit to the sales assistant. “Can I get the bill, please?” When Faye saw the card, she was dumbfounded. That was a black card, which was limited in numbers worldwide. It could not be bought with money. Anyone who possessed it was either a rich or of aristocratic status.

As the guards attempted to carry out her order, I stood my ground, a fierce determination burning within me. "You might want to consider who sent me before you lose your job," I declared, my voice firm and authoritative. I stretched out my hand, holding out a sleek black card. The receptionist's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the card's significance. "What the heck?" she exclaimed. "This is a Black Bloody Exclusive Card with no spending limit, and it's owned by Sir Drake!"