Chapter 83:
In Klathe, there was only one: Wesley.
The men who had been taunting Elena fell completely silent.
They knew exactly what that card represented.
Imperial Club had various membership levels. Those with assets over a billion could get a regular membership.
But a black card? That signified ownership of wealth in the hundreds of billions.
Unlike other membership tiers, black cards were non-transferable—each one belonged solely to the person whose name was on the account.
The breathtaking woman standing before them possessed more financial power than all of them combined.
The once-cocky man suddenly had nothing to say.
Elena cast a cold glance in his direction, and the man’s heart skipped a beat.
Damn. He had just made an enemy of someone he should never have crossed.
“You can’t afford my price.” Elena delivered her statement with cool confidence, exuding a sense of authority.
The young man before her stiffened, at a loss for words.
Indeed, he lacked the means to meet her price.
Most heirs like him, who lounged around places such as the Imperial Club, leaned heavily on their families’ fortunes. Without their inheritances, they wouldn’t even qualify for entry.
Only a select few like Wesley and Jeffry managed to afford such opulence on their own merit.
The rest were merely squandering their ancestral wealth—spending wildly and living carelessly, with little to no personal financial acumen. Standing on their own, they’d likely flounder and fail.
Membership to the black card club wasn’t something sought after by those who needed to chase after wealth; it signified immense personal wealth.
“Apologies for my earlier words. Can I offer you a drink as an apology?” the man said awkwardly.
Elena dismissed him with a nonchalant wave. “Keep it. Your friend might need it more.”
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Her glance flicked to Elyse for a moment.
Elyse’s gaze locked onto the black card in Elena’s possession, incredulous.
How could Elena, a simple country girl, possess such wealth?
Could Alexander be the source?
Elyse swiftly put that notion aside. Despite the Harper family’s massive wealth, Alexander wouldn’t give Elena access to their vast fortune.
Jeffry himself was merely a regular at the club.
So, where did Elena get her money from?
A look of skepticism crossed Elyse’s face. “Explain how you have a black card. Where did this money come from?”
Elena scoffed, her scorn evident. “My finances are none of your concern.”
She then addressed the receptionist. “May I proceed?”
