During the time he was stunned in disbelief, the payment was already completed, and the waiter politely smiled and said, "Sir, this is your card, please keep it safe."
Little Ding took it, his wicked lips slowly parted as he spoke, word by word, "Young Master Yun, your performance time has arrived."
Every word, landing on Alonzo Foster's ears, felt like it was torturing him.
His face was covered in cold sweat, the corners of his mouth involuntarily twitching, completely losing the initial arrogance.
Because, even though he was a rich second generation of the Foster Family, he didn't have a black card. Mainly, he was unskilled, indulging every day in debauchery. Even if his family was generous with his spending, they wouldn't give him such a high-limit black card!
"You... you, how could you possibly have a black card..." Alonzo Foster couldn't figure it out, stammering, "You're obviously a servant of the Johnson Family, you can't be a major investor, you..."
