Black cards were often custom luxury credit cards that banks issued to exclusive customers. Many could only dream of owning such a card, and based on what the director knew, no more than ten wealthy families across the country were rich enough to have their family monograms engraved on their bank cards.

Not to mention, none of those affluent families were from Almiron City.

“Crap! I’m in deep shit now,” the director thought, his face paling like a ghost while his lips trembled. He then shot a trembling look at Darius and did not hesitate to get on his knees to beg for mercy.

Tears soon gathered in his eyes as he pleaded, “I know I’ve made a grave mistake by offending you. I was wrong. You aren’t an arrogant nouveau riche, and the aura you give off is nothing like the sort! I was only blabbering nonsense. Please forgive me, I-I…”

His eyes darted around, searching for the perfect solution to gain Darius’ forgiveness.

Meanwhile, Darius kept his hands behind his back, and his glare wa