My Billion-Dollar Account Hates Good People

6. Messed Up Black Card

Tyler’s eyes widened like he had seen a ghost, or something otherworldly and in my mind, i knew it was because of the card, my vlothes may lie but the presence of the card doesn't, or so I thought.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing, not the nervours kind of laughter, but real, the kind that instantly makes everybody around uncomfortable Even the two girls beside him looked confused.

“What?” I frowned.

Tyler pointed directly at the black card on the table while trying to control his laughter.

“No damm way…” His eyes slowly moved toward Abby, and then back to me.

“You’re serious?” he asked, and I could already tell I was missing something. “That card is fake.”

The silence that followed after his statement was deafening, and the words hit me harder than expected.

“What?”

The girls beside him immediately relaxed after hearing that, one even scoffed loudly.

“Oh my God,” she laughed. “I almost got scared.”

Tyler smirked proudly again after seeing my expression. “You really thought you could fool people with a copied black card?”

Copied? I slowly looked toward Abby and she could tell that I was uncomfortable, in fact I was starttng to doubt the genuineness of the card myself. Tyler noticed my silence and became even more confident.

“You know what’s funny?” he continued loudly enough for nearby guests to hear. “People like you always do this. Fake watches. Fake lifestyles. Fake confidence.” He looked around dramatically before laughing again. “Now fake billionaire cards too?”

Some nearby guests started whispering immediately, and that annoyed me. Again, i was starting to think, what if this entire thing was some elaborate scam? What if the money disappears tomorrow? What if Abby was insane?

My thoughts were interrupted when Tyler suddenly pulled out his own card confidently, a golden one.

“I’m an actual Imperial Crown member,” he declared proudly. “Not some homeless dude pretending to be rich.” as these words left his mouth, the girls beside him looked impressed instantly. Of course they did, nothing but materialistics desires would make two girls follow one man in the name of love.

Abby finally placed her wine glass down softly and she spoke for the first time since Tyler arrived. “You talk too much.”

Tyler smirked. “And you brought the wrong toy into the wrong building.”

“Toy?” Abby tilted her head slightly.

Tyler pointed at me dismissively. “Him.”

“You know what?” he said suddenly. “Let’s make this simple.” he turned toward the hotel manager. “Run his card.”

The entire dining floor that had been quite the whole time became even quieter, because I could now hear my heartbeat. Don't get me wrong it took a while to get used to all of this if we are being honest.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me. “Scared the fake card might explode?”

The truth is, despite all the money notifications, I had never actually used the black card yet, but Abby looked completely unbothered so I pancked a little less.

“Or maybe…” his smile widened cruelly as he continued, “…you’re scared there’s actually nothing inside the account.”

The manager walked up to me and hesitated nervously.

“Sir…”

“Run it,” Tyler repeated arrogantly. “Unless Imperial Crown now protects scammers.”

At this point, every eye was on me, the poor-looking guy sitting in the presidential lounge with a fake card, maybe. The tension became suffocating, and somehow I realized that this moment mattered. Because if the card failed, everything would collapse, the confidence, the money, the power, all of it.

I slowly picked up the black card, and it suddenly felt heavier in my hand.

“Relax.” Abby leaned toward me slightly and whispered

“Well?” I looked directly into his eyes, then handed the card to the manager who carefully accepted it like he was touching something dangerous and then walked toward the payment terminal nearby.

I swallowed hard unconsciously. Why was I nervous even thought I literally saw the account balance myself. The fear still crawled inside me and after this experience I learnt that it was because poor people are trained to expect disappointment.

The manager inserted the card. One second passed, then two seconds and three but nothing happened. So Tyler laughed immediately.

“Oh my God…” he shook his head mockingly. “This is embarrassing.” the girls beside him even giggled loudly.

My chest tightened slightly as my eyes shifted to  Abby, because if any of this goes wrong, I was sure to blame her fro bringing me here. 

Suddenly, the terminal screen changed, and the manager’s expression froze completely like he had just seen something impossible.

Tyler’s laughter slowly faded.

“…What?” he asked.

The manager looked down at the terminal again,then at the card and finally, at me.

Tyler frowned. “What does it say?”

The manager opened his mouth, but no words came out initially.

Then finally hr replied, “Unlimited authorization…”

Tyler blinked twice. “What the hell does that mean?” he demanded.

The manager swallowed hard. “It means…” he looked at me again nervously, “…there is no spending limit attached to this account.”

The entire dining floor erupted into whispers instantly, one of the girls beside Tyler literally stepped backward, and Tyler himself looked confused now.

“No,” he said immediately. “That’s impossible.”

The manager nodded weakly. “I’ve only heard about accounts like this…”

Tyler grabbed the payment machine aggressively. “Let me see.”

The moment he looked at the screen, his face lost color. And that felt amazing because for the first time since meeting him, Tyler looked small. The arrogant confidence disappeared instantly and his eyes slowly lifted toward me again.

This time, the look in Tyler’s eyes changed completely, the arrogance was still there… but weaker now. Like his brain was struggling to connect the broke guy he mocked earlier to the black card in front of him.

Abby leaned back lazily in her chair, clearly entertained by the whole thing, then she looked at Tyler and spoke casually, “You should apologize to Lawrence.”

The atmosphere shifted instantly and Tyler’s expression darkened. The girls beside him looked at each other nervously while nearby guests pretended not to stare even though every single person was listening now.

“Apologize?” he repeated slowly.

Abby raised an eyebrow. “Did I stutter?”

His jaw tightened immediately. I could see it on his face, he wanted to explode, but the problem was simple because he no longer knew who I was. And rich people are careful around uncertainty, especially the kind of uncertainty that comes with unlimited money.

Tyler looked toward the manager again as if hoping this was still some misunderstanding, but the manager lowered his head slightly instead.