Grace assumed that the phone call Ethan received was merely a ploy to escape the situation.
"If you don’t have money, stop pretending to be some big shot," Grace sneered, her lips curling with disdain. "Talking about buying the best house in this complex. Your so-called black card is probably just an expired, useless piece of plastic."
Ethan, calm and composed, handed the black card to the saleswoman without even glancing at Grace. "Use this to pay for the best house here," he instructed firmly. "Once it’s done, my wife will take a look at it."
The saleswoman froze, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her hands trembled as she reached for the sleek black card, her mind racing. Was this real? Was she really holding something so rare, so elite? It felt surreal, almost like a dream.
"I-I’ll pro
