After my husband threw me out of the house after our divorce, I took the old bank card my father had left behind and used it at a branch in the U.S., sending the whole bank lobby into a stir as the staff hurriedly called the manager over, and the words “Look at the name on this account!” revealed a family secret I had never known.

Zelica let out a little chuckle—a cold laugh.

“Steal Quacy, Ms. Aniya? Why would I bother picking up the trash I already threw out?”

Aniya’s face turned red.

Zelica stood up. Now she was at eye level with her.

“Listen well,” she whispered, but the intensity made Aniya take a step back. “I’m not interested in Quacy. I’m interested in his company. And if you want to know…”

She glanced at the flashy bag in Aniya’s hand.

“Quacy came to me begging me to finance his project. He isn’t even capable of paying for your lifestyle without begging me.”

“Liar.”

“Ah, yes?” Zelica pulled out a black credit card—the Centurion card—from her wallet. A card made of metal. “Today I feel generous.”

She called the waiter.

“The check, please. And also for this lady—I’m paying,” she said.

Zelica looked at Aniya.