Chapter 420: Play Between Harry And Nancy

Watching this little slut brazenly flirt with her man right in front of her would make even a saint see red, let alone a proud and haughty sister-in-law like Nancy.

Nancy gave a cold laugh, snuggling affectionately against Luis as she said, "If my man’s willing, what’s it to you?"

"Nancy, have some shame. You’re a married woman."

Deewa simply tore off the polite facade, her face a mask of disdain as she said, "Cheating on your husband and being this brazen about it, what kind of family raised you?"

Nancy fired back without holding back, "Still better than getting kept by some old man older than my own father. I don’t have such disgusting taste."

Just as tensions were reaching a boiling point and a full-blown catfight seemed imminent, Manager Blanche stepped in to smooth things over. "We’re all classmates here, let’s all calm down a little. This is a place of business, please don’t put me in a difficult position."

Her words were polite and deferential, but her tone was firm, making it clear this establishment had powerful backing. Causing trouble here would not end well for anyone.

"Fine! I don’t have time to deal with you today anyway!"

Deewa’s attitude shifted, adopting a tone of grave concern. "Nancy, I’m just trying to warn you not to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. This is for your own good."

"Thanks, but no thanks. My man wants to spend money on me."

After saying this, Nancy wrapped her arms around Luis’s elbow and cooed in a spoiled tone, "Honey, I want to get a diamond membership card!"

Deewa immediately shot back with sarcasm, "You actually have the nerve to ask for that? Why don’t you take a good look in the mirror and see if you’re even worth it."

As the most upscale women’s club in the city, the membership tiers here started with a silver card requiring a 1,000-dollar minimum deposit, a gold card for 5,000 dollars, and the diamond card, which required a deposit of 20,000 dollars or more.

The clientele here were exclusively wealthy or well-connected, and the club only accepted female members. Young women looking to land a rich husband wouldn’t waste their money coming here.

So, paradoxically, membership here was a status symbol. Ordinary people simply couldn’t afford it.

"Let’s make it 50,000 dollars, then!"

Luis said with a cheerful laugh, pulling out his bank card and handing it over.

"What?"

Not just the manager, but Deewa, and even Nancy herself were stunned speechless.

Nancy had already felt incredibly shameless for mustering the nerve to ask for a diamond card. The fairy-like sister-in-law understood her brother-in-law’s intentions, but she never expected him to be this extravagantly generous.

"Is 50,000 dollars not acceptable?"

Luis asked, putting on a look of genuine disappointment.

He had finally seized this perfectly flowing opportunity to tap into the "savings fund," could it be that he was limited to only 20,000 dollars??

Luis had been racking his brains trying to find ways to splurge money on her, but she was already overwhelmed by his affection. Faced with this golden opportunity, she naturally wouldn’t let it slip away.

"It’s acceptable, it’s just that... no one has ever deposited quite this much before."

Manager Blanche brought over the POS machine, her voice trembling with excitement as she confirmed one last time before swiping: "You truly wish to deposit 50,000 dollars??"

"Don’t make such a fuss, just swipe it!"

Luis was even more impatient than she was, urging her on directly. This picture of a willing cash cow, eager to be milked dry, left both Nancy and Deewa utterly petrified.

Beep. The card was swiped, the signature given, all done in one smooth, practiced motion.

Luis took his bank card back. Manager Blanche was flushed with excitement, her attitude now utterly obsequious. "Sister Nancy, which treatment would you like to begin with? I’ll personally escort you. Your membership card will be delivered to you shortly."

A moment ago it was "Nancy," now it was "Sister Nancy." A moment ago it was "you," now it was "you." Such was the transformative power of money.

*Ding... Sexy, statuesque sister-in-law’s Savings Fund: 550,000 dollars.*

The System’s notification chime rang out. Luis was exceptionally pleased, a wide grin spreading across his face as he thought to himself that this green tea bitch’s appearance had been a godsend.

Nancy finally snapped out of her daze and pouted coquettishly, "You’re so bad, honey~ Depositing that much, when will I ever use it all up?"

Luis warmly wrapped an arm around her slender waist, gazing at her with deep affection. "It’s fine, just bring your sisters along to enjoy yourselves more often. It’s not that much money anyway. Your happiness is all that matters."

This kind of public display of affection and sugar-coated banter was utterly sickening to watch, but with the money already spent, it somehow appeared perfectly natural.

Deewa’s face had turned an ugly shade of pale. As an active player in this circle of materialistic gold-diggers, she was well-acquainted with the workings of this women’s club.

Even in this high-spending environment, the so-called diamond card was largely a marketing gimmick. True, there were a dozen or so wealthy ladies who had deposited the 20,000-dollar minimum.

But most of those dozen were either family of the shareholders or individuals depositing to curry favor for business connections. Very few were spending their own hard-earned cash purely for personal indulgence.

Those few were all clustered right at the 20,000-dollar threshold, not a dollar more. Forget 50,000 dollars; depositing even 21,000 dollars would likely make you the club’s top-spending "Member Daddy."

Deewa knew perfectly well that within this world, the diamond card from this exclusive women’s club was a far more potent object of bragging rights than any designer handbag.

Nancy looked at Deewa with triumphant satisfaction, her face a picture of open challenge as she clung even tighter to Luis, her eyes now filled with nothing but mockery and scorn.

Deewa’s face instantly darkened. She let out a cold snort, turned on her heel, and stalked away, her mood for any beauty treatments utterly ruined.

"Deewa, don’t go! We’re all classmates here, don’t be so petty~"

"My treat today! My card gets an even better discount, you know~"

"Don’t leave... Do me a favor, will you? Otherwise, how will I ever spend all this money?"

Nancy called out after her with sarcasm-laced sweetness, continuing until Deewa stepped into the elevator and disappeared from view. Only then did she cling tightly to Luis and burst into a fit of delighted, dazzling laughter, her demeanor exceptionally charming and brimming with feminine allure.