Top Notch War God

Chapter 28

*"Charge it," Talon said coolly, dismissing them.*

The short-haired woman and the rose-haired woman snapped back to reality. They certainly knew what a Centurion card meant. There were at most ten such cards in the country, each representing supreme status.

"I told you, our Mrs. Storm can wear anything she wants. Even if the dress were entirely covered in diamonds, one card would more than cover it!" The rose-red-haired woman hurried to flatter Ariya.

"You're wrong. Mrs. Storm is so gorgeous that wearing this dress is an honor for the store. She looks stunning. Tonight, you will definitely be the star of the party, even outshining Miss Christina!" the short-haired woman exaggerated.

"Exactly, Miss Christina is nothing. Mrs. Storm can outshine her even in casual clothes!"

The rose-haired woman sneaked a glance at Talon and smiled sweetly. "What do you think, sir?"

Talon didn't respond. The short-haired woman grabbed Ariya's arm and whispered, "Mrs. Storm, your husband looked so handsome when he spent money for you just now! Wasn't he supposed to be a worthless bum? How is he so loaded?"

Ariya shook her head. If they knew Talon was the behind-the-scenes investor of Skysoar Group, she wondered what their reactions would be. But even she was curious. Given Skysoar Group's size,, it shouldn't be significant enough to attract the world bank's attention. How did Talon get this card?

At that moment, the sales assistant took Talon's card and swiped it on the machine, frowning slightly.

The machine displayed "please insert the card," even though she had already done so.

Afraid of making a mistake, the sales assistant tried again, with the same result.

"This..." The sales assistant took out the card again and examined it carefully. Finally, she noticed that the Centurion emblem on the card was gold—real Centurion cards were black.

What did this mean?

It meant his card was fake.

The sales assistant's face darkened. Struggling to contain her anger, she asked, "Sir, please use another card. This one is fake!"

"Fake?" This time, even Talon was stunned.

Back then, Tina handed this bank card to him personally; how could it possibly be fake?

"Do I look like a lier?" the sales clerk said coldly.

"I admit, the counterfeiters' craftsmanship has reached a world-class level. I almost didn't notice! Look closely; our Centurion cards are purely black without any extra colors. Now, look at yours. The circle around the person's head is gold! That's why I say your card is fake; it won't work! Now, please use another card, or you cannot leave!"

Hearing this, the two women immediately regained their confidence. Their previous sycophantic attitudes vanished as they began to mock.

"Hahaha, Mrs. Storm, I told you that useless husband of yours couldn't possibly have a Centurion card! Turns out it's fake; now you're in trouble!"

"Exactly! You scared me to death! I was wondering how our Mrs. Storm, who usually wears clothes worth only a couple of hundred bucks, could afford such expensive outfits."

"Turns out her husband is a con artist. Who knows how many stores they've scammed!? Well, this time, call the police and get him arrested!"

The woman holding Talon's arm immediately stepped away and even pulled out a tissue to carefully wipe her hand clean, frowning.

Seeing their reactions, the sales clerk felt entirely confident in her judgment of the fake card and said coldly, "Sir, do you still want the clothes Mrs. Willis is wearing?"

She added. "If you do, please pay me the original price of 18 million, or you can use another card, and I'll apply the store's discounts accordingly. If you don't want it, since Mrs. Willis has been wearing it for over ten minutes, you'll need to pay a try-on fee of thirty six thousand."

"I've only worn it for ten minutes, and you want thirty six thousand? That's unreasonable!" Ariya became anxious. Over 30,000 for trying on clothes once was enough to buy an outfit!

"Yes, Mrs. Willis. Our store policy is to charge 0.1% of the clothing's price for each try-on, with a duration of five minutes. After that, an additional fee is charged every five minutes. You've already been wearing it for over ten minutes, so I'm charging the minimum fee."

Ariya's expression said it all. Someone who could pull out a Centurion card wouldn't be so flustered over such a small amount.

Thinking this, the sales clerk decided not to pretend anymore and said coldly, "Now, please take off the clothes and pay the try-on fee, or we will call the police. At that point, it won't just be a matter of paying."

"Wait, isn't it true that our Mrs. Storm just started her job and hasn't received her first paycheck yet? Can she even come up with forty thousand?" the short-haired woman asked, arms crossed.

"Probably not. Her useless husband definitely won't have it," the woman with magenta hair laughed. "How about this, Mrs. Storm? We could help you, but you have to beg us, and then we'll lend you the money!"

"You..." Ariya bit her lip.

These two were Pola's best friends. They were clearly kicking her while she was down. If she begged them, how could she show her face at work afterward? But if she didn't, what could she do with only a few thousand yuan on her?

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and walked towards them.

Just as she was about to speak, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared at the door.

"Wait, bring me the so-called fake card and let me have a look!"

The sales clerk was taken aback upon seeing the man and quickly ran over with a fawning smile, "Mr. Lewis, why are you here?"

She added. "This is a small matter; let me handle it. Security, take them out and call the police, quickly!"

"Oh, okay!" The security guard moved to arrest Talon.

"Nonsense! Who told you to act while I'm here?"

Mr. Lewis shouted angrily, "Stand aside, all of you! Bring me that card immediately so I can verify it myself!"

"Yes, Mr. Lewis, I'll get the card right away." The sales clerk ran back to the counter and retrieved the fake Centurion card.

She was still puzzled over why Mr. Lewis came in person.

Just calling the police and arrest them would suffice.

Mr. Lewis trembled as he took the Centurion card, his eyes scanning the person's head. Everyone clearly saw his pupils contract sharply.

His voice changed with urgency as he asked, "Where is the cardholder?"

"It's him..." The sales clerk was still confused. Could this card be real?

Impossible.

Mr. Lewis brushed off the murmurs, adjusted his coat, and quickly approached Talon with a respectful bow. "Greetings to the esteemed Centurion cardholder! I'm Bruce Lewis from Shiwa Group. Our sales clerk wasn't aware of the significance of the top-level Centurion card and didn't give you the service you deserve. Please accept our apologies. From now on, whatever you need, I'll make sure it's taken care of, no matter the cost!"

What?

The two women were stunned. Mr. Lewis, who owned the luxury store, was bowing to this man?

What was going on?

The sales clerk and security guard were also dumbfounded.

Their Mr. Lewis was a high society figure in Philadelphia. He wouldn't even be this respectful to the mayor. What was happening today?

Ariya stood there with her mouth agape. Bruce's bow and apology made her realize that Talon's card was actually real.

This... couldn't be possible.

"Mr. Lewis, you must be mistaken!"

The sales clerk stammered. "I remember during our training, we were told that the card is entirely black. This card has gold edges around the person's head; it must be fake!"