Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

The video call connected quickly.

"Martin, what's going on?" Lucas' voice came through the phone. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Lucas, but you mentioned your wife would be here today. Now, we've got two Mrs. Moncadas. Can you tell us which one is your wife?" Martin said, panning his camera over Chloe and Linda.

Lucas furrowed his brows—he hadn't expected Chloe to also show up today. She must have found out Linda was coming and decided to tag along. Chloe always had to compete with Linda about everything.

Without much hesitation, Lucas said, "The one in white is my wife."

Linda was indeed wearing white today, while Chloe was dressed in a pink tracksuit.

The manager, smiling, said, "Got it, Mr. Lucas. We'll take it from here and make sure Mrs. Moncada is well taken care of."

After the call ended, whispers filled the room. A crowd had already gathered in the hall, including many socialites and high-society ladies.

"She actually comes here pretending to be someone's wife and gets caught. How embarrassing."

"With a face like that, maybe she's here trying to hook up with a guy."

"She could be Mr. Lucas' side piece and is here to provoke the real wife. Why else would she use Mr. Lucas' name and come on the same day as Mrs. Moncada?"

Chloe and Lucas had actually had a wedding ceremony three years ago, attended by just a few close relatives and friends. So, while people in Riverbrook knew Mr. Lucas was married, they didn't know who his bride was.

Amid the gossip, Chloe seemed unfazed. Kyle approached her, his demeanor much less courteous than before.

"Miss, you're not a member here. Please leave immediately."

Without a hint of embarrassment, Chloe lazily pulled out a card from her bag. "Then I'll sign up for a membership now. Can I go in then?"

The room fell silent.

The manager, taken aback, said, "Well, you can... but the membership fee here..."

"Two million, I know. Charge it," she said.

Many were shocked, still processing what had just happened. The ladies who had sneered at Chloe were now speechless. Most of them had accessed the club using their husbands' or fathers' memberships, not their own.

The manager's expression changed dramatically, his smile even brighter than before. He even neglected Linda and directed the front desk to take Chloe inside while he personally escorted her to the VIP room to process her membership card.

The young gentlemen gathered around Connor showed increasing interest.

"That card looks like a Platinum Cheetah Card, right? There are only five hundred in the world, and all major banks accept it. It offers complimentary services at all seven-star hotels globally, a true status symbol."

"I remember Mr. Connor has one too. There are no more than twenty people in the entire country who have this card and they're all of exceptional standing."

"What's Ms. Chloe's background?"

Those who had ridiculed Chloe were now wide-eyed. Two million dollars might not have been a big deal, but owning that platinum card was another story. It's not something the average wealthy person could have. The issuing institution of this card had extremely strict criteria. Even among royal families worldwide, no more than three individuals owned this card.

Ms. Chloe's identity was a mystery.

Of course, Chloe was unaware of all this. The card was for an account her friend had opened for her. The annual dividends QUEEN paid her were all deposited into this card. The balance had already reached eight hundred million dollars. To her, two million was trivial.