Chapter 163
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Christina arched a brow and smiled. “Whoever takes offense is the one I’m cursing.”
Katie’s eyes burned. “Keep talking. Let’s see how long that smug act lasts.” She turned to the guards. “Why are you just standing there? This lunatic is attacking people. Give her a solid beating and throw her out!”
The guards glanced at Claude, waiting for his signal.
“Do as she says. The Reed Group’s heiress is here. You won’t be held responsible if anything happens,” Claude said calmly.
Thea folded her arms, full of herself. “That’s right. I’ll take full responsibility.”
Still, the guards hesitated. If they complied and wounded Christina, they knew they’d take the fall.
“Stop! Don’t touch Christina!” Chloe called out, blind but sensing danger.
Christina yawned lightly. “Alright, I’ve had my fun. Let’s wrap this up.”
“What are you planning now?” Katie asked, her voice tight. Christina’s calm made her skin crawl.
Christina slowly lifted her hand. A sleek black card shimmered between her fingers. “This is an exclusive VIP card,” she said, her lips curling into a lazy smile. She looked at Thea. “Doesn’t that mean I outrank you in this store?”
Gasps filled the room. All eyes fixed on the black card.
Claude and the senior sales assistant turned pale. Their palms began to sweat. A black VIP card—one that came with real power. If Christina truly owned this card, messing with her meant dire consequences. At best, they’d lose their jobs. At worst, their careers would be over. Fear gripped them. Their legs felt like jelly. At the same time, anger simmered beneath their fear. Why hadn’t she shown the card earlier? Was she playing with them on purpose?
“No way! That card has to be fake! If it were real, you would’ve cleared the store before walking in!” Thea shouted.
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Christina raised a brow and chuckled. “But I like the presence of other customers. Besides, didn’t you also choose not to clear the place before walking in? You have that privilege too, so why didn’t you use it?”
“You…” Thea stammered, struggling to speak. “I like it this way! It’s none of your business!”
She couldn’t admit the truth—that she enjoyed the envy in people’s eyes, and that fed her pride.
For a split second, Katie was thrown off balance, though it didn’t take her long to recover her swagger. “That card is definitely a fake! Even if you spent every cent you’ve got in this boutique, the best you’d get is a VIP account—not a black card.”
Quick mental math told Katie that even after counting the cash Christina had coaxed out of her family and adding in the divorce payout from her brother, it might total a few million at best. She reasoned there was no way that would buy a coveted black card. Plus, who would throw their entire fortune into luxury handbags? That would be sheer lunacy!
Sidling up to Katie, Thea dropped her voice to a whisper. “You’re sure that card isn’t real?”
“No question—it’s a fake. Christina’s nowhere near the kind of money it takes to own one,” Katie replied, her confidence unwavering.
Reassured, Thea squared her shoulders and shot a glance at Claude. “Why not just have the staff check her card? If it’s a forgery, she shouldn’t just be kicked out—we should get the police involved too!”
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