He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 87

Ophelia froze, her face full of disbelief. “That can’t be right. Are you sure your machines aren’t broken?”

The sales associate offered her a polite smile. “I really don’t think so. I tried both of our card readers. Your card just won’t go through.”

Ophelia shook her head, refusing to accept it. “No way. I literally used this card yesterday to buy a bag.”

Helena’s lips curled. Her words cut sharper with each sentence. “What’s going on? Card maxed out? Weren’t you acting all high and mighty just now?”

Ophelia gripped the black card so tightly that red marks appeared on her palm. She stared at Theresia, suspicion flickering in her eyes. “It’s you. You did something, didn’t you?”

Theresia let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth. “Ophelia, did Lawrence forget to mention when he gave you that card, the supplementary card has a daily limit of two million?”

She nodded toward the price tag on the glass display. “This dress is two million and eighty thousand. Looks like even with Lawrence’s card, you can’t afford it.”

Ophelia’s eyes widened, her chest rising and falling as anger bubbled up.

Lately, Lawrence had been trying to buy her off, but she refused to walk away empty-handed. She’d cried to him, swearing she loved him for himself and not his money, promising she’d never leave him. As for the card, Lawrence had left it behind by accident. Since he wouldn’t see her, she simply kept it.

But Ophelia wasn’t stupid. She’d made sure to use the card. Before making her first big purchase, she’d texted Lawrence to let him know. He hadn’t replied, so she took that as silent approval.

Since then, she’d bought clothes, bags, jewelry, all without any issues. It never crossed her mind that the card might have a daily limit.

And she definitely hadn’t expected this ridiculous dress to cost over two million.

She couldn’t believe it. Theresia was dressed so simply, her entire outfit probably cost less than a thousand, yet here she was, young and holding the bank’s top card.

The associate felt a wave of regret. She’d almost missed out on a real VIP all because she’d judged by appearances.

Plastering on her brightest smile, she reached for Theresia’s card, only for Theresia to hand it to another associate standing off to the side.

“Could you help me process this?” Theresia asked gently.

That associate blinked, a little stunned. Theresia’s voice was soft but clear. “You’ll get a big commission from this—tens of thousands. You don’t want it?”

That snapped her out of her daze. She grinned, accepting the card. “Thank you, ma’am. I’d be happy to help. I’ll take care of it right away.”