In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 48

her jaw dropped, as did her glass. 180 million dollars? She didn’t have that much money!

Chapter 48 I Have A Black Card

“How can a n*ecklace be so expensive? This shop is ripping us off!”

Susan was usually very good at keeping up appearances, but when push came to shove, her stinginess came on full display.

The sound of her shrill voice made the staff members wince at once.

The manager came up and explained, “Madam Hawkins, this is the custom–made design made by Vere Jewelry and our brand.

“The yellow diamonds on it had once been worn by the Queen of Eligo. This is actually a very low price …‘

“Do you think I’ll believe the nonsense you salespeople spout? You all have the gift of the gab.

“Do you really think that it’s that easy to make money off of the rich?” Susan scolded, pointing accusingly at the store’s manager.

The manager had met several difficult customers before, but it was the first time she had dealt with someone as blunt as Susan. His face flushed and tur

“Why are you deliberately making things difficult for them?” Grace scoffed, her tone gradually turning frosty.

“You said that I could buy whatever I wanted. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and pay!”

She pointed to the ladies who were leaning on the railing upstairs and watching the spectacle.

“All the ladies of Pamore’s upper class have heard what you said. You can’t go back on your

word.”

Susan looked up and saw the other ladies‘ gleeful expressions.

Her heart sank, and she was filled with regret. She had wanted to gain some respect back, but now she was more embarrassed than ever.

With the manager’s help, Grace calmly tried on the n*ecklace. The yellow diamonds shone brightly under the lights, exuding eye– catching rays. It matched Grace’s elegance well.

Emily began praising her exaggeratedly. “Babe, you have excellent taste.”

She rolled her eyes at Susan. “Why aren’t you bothering to pretend anymore? You’re rich, aren’t you? Can you afford it?”

“Forget it. Don’t make things difficult for a housewife like Madam Hawkins. She was just boasting, so don’t make a fuss over it.”

Grace smiled lightly and took out a black card from her bag. She turned to the manager. “Just use this.”

The sharp–eyed ladies upstairs saw it, and they immediately cried out in shock, “Can you believe it? The legendary black card is in her hands.”

“That’s the limitless black card that can be used all over the world!”

“I heard that there are only three people in the whole world who have this card. You can’t get any richer than that!”

Susan was stunned into silence. She could only stand there in shock.

Grace had a priceless black card!

Susan’s own credit card, with its limit of a few hundred million dollars, paled in comparison.

After the manager swiped the card, he wrapped up the n*ecklace and handed it reverently to

Grace.

“Ms. Lewis, do you need us to arrange security for the delivery of this n*ecklace?”

“There’s no need for that. It’s not worth much anyway.”

Her words astonished the people around her even more. A n*ecklace that cost 180 million dollars was nothing to Grace!

Grace laughed indifferently and then left with Emily, leaving a dumbfounded Susan behind.

As soon as they got in the car, Emily grabbed Grace excitedly. “Babe! In the future, let’s just bomb them with money. I love seeing their jaws drop.”

Grace laughed. “Okay, we’ll do as you say.

“Oh right, has there been any news about the tickets to the racecourse that I asked you to help with?”

“How could I forget something you had asked me to do? Don’t worry, your best friend has got

it all sorted.”

Emily winked at Grace and took out the tickets from her bag. “All the best, babe. Go get a big piece of Benjamin’s pie. Make him cry in despair!”

Grace’s eyes shone with confidence. “I’ll get this mission done!” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

The meeting between Hawkins Group and Barnes Group was held two days later.

Benjamin and Albert were discussing the project’s development.

Benjamin happened to glance up and inadvertently caught sight of a striking figure on the slopes in the distance.

Grace was galloping across the grass on a Cruland Warmblood, wielding the whip wilfully. She reached the two of them in a moment.

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The horse reared up in front of Benjamin, its hooves so close to his face that they were about to touch him, but he stood impassively without moving.

The only thing he had eyes for was Grace, who was full of energy.

She guided the horse expertly. The Warmblood knelt down obediently, and Grace leapt off.

She was dressed in a tailored outfit for riding, and her black hair was gathered back into a ponytail, which was a rare style for her.

She walked slowly over to Albert, exuding a youthful and carefree air.

Grace smiled lightly, full of charm. “Mr. Barnes, I see that we’re meeting again.”

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