The crystal chandelier refracted dazzling light.
A white card gleamed with golden accents.
Three characters stood out in bold relief.
—Sophia Sullivan.
The room fell into absolute silence.
The air seemed to freeze.
All previous skepticism came to an abrupt halt.
The Decagon Platinum Card had made its appearance.
Some recognized the card's significance.
Many still harbored doubts.
Sophia was far too young.
She didn’t seem like someone who could possess such status.
Now, the truth was laid bare.
Public opinion shifted instantly.
Gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd.
"Miss Sullivan is actually a VIP of The Decagon!"
"The black market once offered a billion for this card!"
"The Decagon's intelligence network spans the globe."
"Those connected to The Decagon are no ordinary individuals."
Everyone present was shrewd.
They understood the weight this card carried.
To befriend Sophia meant gaining access to The Decagon’s connections.
Business dealings would proceed without obstruction.
Minds raced with calculations.
Invitations would be extended after the event.
Liam Winston stood as if struck by lightning.
His mind went blank.
He muttered under his breath.
"Impossible..."
The name on the card glared back at him.
Three years of memories flooded his mind.
When the company needed connections,
Sophia always secured the invitations.
When he stumbled home drunk late at night,
She was the one who cared for him.
Now, his chest tightened painfully.
Liam refused to acknowledge the turmoil inside.
He pressed on stubbornly.
"If you weren’t lacking money,"
"Why did you marry into the Winston family?"
"Did you plan this from the start?"
"Was it for Grandpa’s Blood Jade?"
Before he could finish,
A sharp slap rang out.
The impact was forceful.
Sophia stood firm in her heels.
Her expression was icy and intimidating.
A chilling aura radiated from her.
Onlookers instinctively stepped back.
No one expected her to strike in public.
Liam froze in place.
His cheek rapidly reddened and swelled.
He touched the injured area.
A stinging pain shot through him.
Chloe Evans gaped in shock.
The room was filled with elites.
Yet Sophia showed no restraint.
Just as Chloe prepared to play the victim,
She met Sophia’s dark, piercing gaze.
"Would you like a turn?"
Sophia lightly adjusted her black finger guards.
Her knuckles flexed.
Ready to strike again at any moment.