While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Chapter 188 Is the VIP Card a Forgery?

​The restaurant lobby fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.

​Veyra held the matte-black metal card firmly between her fingers, keeping it level in the warm lighting of the dining room. The silver crest and the finely engraved words—Bordeaux 101—gleamed clearly against the dark surface. She had kept this card tucked away safely in the inner pocket of her leather bag for weeks. She had never brought it out, and she had certainly never planned on using it for something like a simple lunch reservation. She had never needed to rely on it.

​Until right now.

​Victor Grant stared at the card in absolute shock. The nervous sweat on his forehead seemed to freeze in place, his face turning pale while his hands shook uncontrollably at his sides.

​"That is..." Victor swallowed hard, his voice barely above a raspy whisper. "That is an official Bordeaux 101 black VIP card."

​Veyra gave a single, firm nod. "Yes, it is."

​The owner’s entire attitude shifted in an instant. The faint arrogant slump in his shoulders completely disappeared, replaced by a nervous, submissive posture. His tone dropped into an soft, deeply respectful register.

​"I had no idea you were a personal guest of Mr. Wynn," he stammered, bowing his head slightly. "I am deeply sorry for the terrible misunderstanding at the front desk earlier. Please, allow me a moment to verify the card through our private security network."

​He quickly reached into his inner suit pocket and pulled out an expensive, custom black smartphone. He tapped the screen rapidly, opening a secure, high-level administrative application. The screen glowed with a dark blue interface, displaying the exact same silver crest that was stamped onto Veyra’s physical card.

​"This is the official Ravenwood Society security and verification app," Victor explained hurriedly, his voice trembling as he held the device up. "For high-tier black cards like this one, protocol requires me to scan the internal chip and match it with a live fingerprint scan of the authorized holder."

​Veyra felt her heart give a heavy thud against her ribs.

​She had never actually used the card since the day Wesley handed it to her. She had no clear memory of which specific finger Wesley had selected when he registered her personal data into his network system. She had simply stood there while his staff set up the profile, completely unaware of how the exact security checks functioned behind the scenes.

​"Please hold the card near the reader, and then place your finger on the scanner screen," Victor instructed, holding out the phone.

​Veyra hesitated for a fraction of a second.

​She looked down at her hands, her mind racing. Was it her left thumb? Her right thumb? Her right index finger? Or perhaps her left index finger?

​She didn’t know for sure.

​Trying her best to hide her inner panic, she raised her hand and pressed her right thumb against the lit sensor pad on the screen.

​The device held a steady scanning beam for two long seconds before letting out a loud, harsh electronic buzz.

​A bright red X flashed right across the center of the screen, followed by a bold warning message.

​Verification Failed. Biometric Data Unmatched.

​Victor’s brow furrowed in deep confusion. "That... that didn’t go through. Could you please try another finger?"

​A sharp, mocking laugh suddenly broke through the quiet air of the lobby.

​Naya Whitmore, who had been leaning casually against the frame of the private room door to watch the interaction, stepped back out into the open hallway. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, and her lips were curled into a cruel, triumphant sneer.

​"A cheap forgery!" Naya announced loudly, her eyes glittering with malicious joy. "I knew it! I knew a nobody like you couldn’t possibly possess a real black card from that level of society!"

​Veyra felt a sudden rush of heat hit her face, but she held her chin high. "It is not a forgery."

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