Liu Yan pressed her manicured thumb down hard against the silver glass of the terminal.
Her red-painted lips curled into a victorious, greedy smirk. In her mind, she was already imagining wrapping the fifty-million-yuan imperial tourmaline bracelet around her delicate wrist, showing it off to every socialite in Yanjing.
Beside her, Situ Hao smiled with cold amusement, waiting for Lin Mo’s payment card to be rejected for insufficient funds.
Behind them, Zhao Kai held the cedarwood cigar humidor against his ribs, snickering like a faithful hyena.
Behind the counter, Manager Qian held his breath, his eyes darting between the black card and Lin Mo’s calm face.
For one brief heartbeat, the silver glass beneath Liu Yan’s thumb pulsed with a soft, pale blue light as it captured her biometric markers.
Then, the silver light vanished.
BEEP.
