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Even tried another EDC machine, but the result was the same, the credit card was rejected. With hurried steps and pouting lips, the maid stepped towards Sylvia. But as soon as he arrived near the customer, his face turned bright again. There was hope that the woman had another card, or that she might want to pay with cash. “Sorry madam, I’ve tried your card several times, but it seems your card can’t be used, it always reads this card is rejected, do you have another card, or maybe you want to pay with cash?” The server asked kindly.

“Good! Luckily he still has some senses in him!” Stephen continued, “Lord Wade knows that you’ve had a hard life for so many years and he’s asking me to compensate you. If you don’t want to go home, he will buy the largest company in Aurous Hill and give it to you. Besides, here, take this card, the pin number is your birthday.” Stephen handed over the premium black card from Citibank. “Young Master, there are only five of such cards in the country.” Charlie shook his head sternly. “No, I don’t want it, take it away.”

Emily announced. Still looking around for Cassie, Felix dug around his pocket and handed his credit card to her. Emily stared at the card in awe. “Is there a problem?” Felix asked when he realized that she hadn’t gotten to swiping the card. Did they only accept debit cards? Or was it cash only?

She flashed her Amex card at them with a teasing grin they all shared. “Hell, yeahhh!” They didn't miss a heartbeat in their chorused response and that made Sophie grin

His movements carried a hint of scorn, but the cards he took out left all the onlookers flabbergasted. There were several limited-edition black cards from the top five banks in the country, and there was even a gold card from UBS! Mr. Turner was shocked. "These … these are your bank cards?" Timothy huffed coldly. "Didn't you want to check? Check them then! But I think that any of the cards here would have a limit over a few million dollars." Mr. Turner wiped the sweat off his forehead and said weakly, "Are all your cards real? They aren't fake, are they? They have to be under your name."

"So this is for you as well?" A card. Safira shook her head in confusion. "What did it mean?" She inquired about Marisa's holding a card. "You are so innocent, my dear. Don't you know what kind of card this is?" Safira's innocence was mocked by Marisa's loud voice. "What kind of card is that?" "In the city, there is an accessible luxury hotel room! They use cards rather than keys to grant entry and exit from the hotel." Marisa clarified. "Wow, that's awesome!" Safira wonders what relevance this has to be given that Marisa currently has access to hotel rooms.

(SOFIA’S POV) "Ms Sofia, this is Rachel from the card services department. Unfortunately, your credit card has been declined for the transaction you attempted today." My hand froze on the edge of the phone. “What the hell? Say it again??” “The payment could not be processed. Is there another card you’d like to use?" I swallowed, humiliation tightening in my chest. My heart pounded in my ears as I stared at my wallet on the bed, blankly. My grip on the phone tightened, and my voice shook when I finally responded, “No. It’s… it’s fine. I’ll call back.”

“Do you even know what kind of card that man gave me? Only millionaires are allowed to own it. Hahaha! I’m going to be a millionaire! I can finally resign from this place. I don’t want all this stress anymore!” Her bouncer frowned, clearly not sharing the same level of excitement. “No offense, Madam, but if only millionaires can hold a silver card like that, do you really think he’d just hand it over to you? What if it’s fake and they’re scamming us?” Her face dropped instantly. The man had a point. What if that guy had stolen Dustin Crawford’s card? A cold sweat formed on her back. She quickly grabbed her phone, ready to call the bank to confirm its authenticity, but stopped cold when a new

"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?"