Part 3I Went on a Blind Date for My Best Friend and Became the Mafia Heir’s Favorite

“What do you mean?” I stared at the card, completely baffled.

“You don’t have to work for it.”

Gus closed his eyes again, his voice returning to its usual cool indifference.

“Spend whatever you want.”

I sucked in a sharp breath.

An unlimited black card!

The legendary kind of card that could buy an entire island!

I was so excited I nearly jumped. I hugged the card and planted a big kiss on it.

“Thank you, my hubby! You’re so handsome!”

The corner of Gus’ mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, but he ignored me.

The comments drifted past.

[Oh my God! The big shot fell for her that fast?]

[$200 million wasn’t enough—he had to throw in an unlimited black card too?]

[In the original story, the female lead didn’t get this black card until the very end. How did the supporting female side character get it on day two?]

[There’s something inexplicably lucky about this supporting female side character.]

I hugged the black card, practically bubbling with joy.

Early the next morning, I headed straight for the fanciest luxury mall in Riverdale.

What was the point of having money if I didn’t spend it?

I walked into a high-end handbag boutique in my heels.

“This one, this one, and that one. Wrap them all up for me.”

I pointed to several limited-edition bags, brimming with confidence.

The sales associate’s eyes lit up, and she hurried over to pack them.

Just then, a sharp female voice rang out behind me.

“Stella?”

I turned around.

Sutton Taylor stood in the doorway, arm in arm with a middle-aged man with a large belly.

She stared at the bags I was buying, then at the black card on the counter.

Jealousy practically poured from her eyes.

“Where did you get the money to buy all this?”

She strode over in her heels, her voice full of accusation.

She glanced at the man beside her, then back at me, and suddenly let out a cold laugh.

“Stella, don’t tell me you’ve been keeping a sugar daddy behind my back?”

Her voice carried through the store, and everyone turned to look.

I let out a cold laugh and was about to fire back.

Then the comments drifted past.

[Sutton was green with jealousy. She still had no idea the supporting female character was spending money from the disabled big shot she’d looked down on!]

[She’d regret it so much once she learned the truth!]

I looked at Sutton’s face and felt a surge of satisfaction.

“I’m spending my husband’s money. That’s perfectly natural.”

I took the shopping bags from the sales associate and deliberately swung them in front of Sutton.

“Your disabled online boyfriend gave them to me. He gave me an unlimited black card. I can spend as much as I want.”

Sutton’s face turned livid.

She glared at me as if she wanted to devour me alive.

I ignored Sutton’s murderous glare and strode out in my heels without looking back.

Then I went straight to my old modeling agency.

I wanted to terminate my contract.

The owner, Warren Brooks, sat behind his desk.

His heavyset face looked mean.

“You want to terminate your contract? Sure!”

He gave a cold laugh, his fleshy cheeks quivering.

“Pay me $100,000 in penalties, or you can forget about working in this industry again!”

I laughed in disbelief.

“Mr. Brooks, you haven’t even paid me my full base salary in the past two years, and now you expect me to pay you $100,000?”

“The contract is clear. If you don’t pay, you can forget about working in this industry!”

He stood and gave me a leering once-over.

“But if you’re willing to have dinner with Mr. Lewis, I might be willing to pay the penalty for you…”

I felt sick.

I was just reaching for the black card Gus gave me, ready to smack Warren in the face with it.

“Bang!”

Someone kicked the office door open.

Lucas strode in with two bodyguards, his expression unreadable.

Warren jumped. “W-Who are you?”

Lucas didn’t even look at him.

He walked over to me and inclined his head.

“Mrs. Cooper, Mr. Cooper was worried you might have trouble handling this, so he sent me to check on you.”

Then he turned to Warren.

He pulled a check from his suit pocket and slapped it against Warren’s face.

“Two hundred thousand. Her contract is terminated.”

Lucas’ voice was icy. “And these are endorsement contracts for three luxury brands under Cooper Group.”