Chapter 1267: Spend Over 888,888
Inside the car.
With careful movements, Junia Simpson unwrapped the bandages on Mason Nightshade’s body, her brows furrowed tightly. Unable to restrain herself, she said, "The wound that was just bandaged last night, why has it opened again? Brother Nightshade, your body’s current condition is entirely unsuitable for moving around. There might be lasting repercussions. Brother Nightshade, I’m begging you, take care of your body, okay? Even if... for sister-in-law’s sake."
"I’m fine," Mason Nightshade said blandly, his lips a pale white, his expression unusually stern. His eyes were frigid and devoid of warmth, as if he were an iron man without any sense of pain.
Junia Simpson opened her mouth, realizing she could no longer utter any words of caution, and sighed helplessly.
Mason Nightshade was the most non-compliant patient she had ever encountered.
She knew that no matter what she said, he would not listen to her.
The only person he would heed was someone he was protecting well, refusing to let her know of his injuries.
"We’re here." The car stopped, and Junia Simpson glanced outside.
"Mm." Mason Nightshade put on his suit, adjusted his cuffs. Aside from his pale lips, there was no indication that he was seriously injured.
Mason Nightshade raised his cold eyes and glanced outside before getting out of the car.
...
Aurelia Shaw stepped on the brake and looked outside. It was a high-end club.
It seemed someone was hosting a banquet inside, with people dressed to the nines continuously entering.
Aurelia parked the car and headed toward the entrance of the club, but was stopped as soon as she arrived at the door, "Sorry, this is a members-only club. Only our members can enter. Do you have a membership card?"
Members-only... Now that was troublesome, Aurelia murmured quietly, "I’m here to find someone who just went in."
"Do you have his contact information? Perhaps you could give him a call? If you’re not a member, we can’t let you in," the uniformed staff said, full of apology. This person looked so familiar. Wasn’t she Anne Hart’s actress, Aurelia Shaw?
"How can one get a membership card here?" Aurelia asked.
"A purchase of 888,888 or more," the man replied.
Simple and straightforward.
Why did this simple method feel somewhat familiar?
Aurelia lowered her head to fiddle with her phone, planning to have Viscount Zhou arrange one for her.
Before she could make the call, an unfriendly female voice sounded behind her: "What are you staring at? You don’t even recognize our big star Aurelia Shaw? Be careful of retaliation by some people."
That annoying voice...
Aurelia raised her eyebrows and looked at Iris Cooper.
Does she attract white lotus flowers? Why does she always seem to attract some white lotus types around her?
"Sorry, even for a star, only members can enter here," the staff apologized.
The bystanders only overheard Iris Cooper’s deliberately raised voice, thinking that Aurelia was using her celebrity status to pressure people.
Who could come here that wasn’t a person of high status in Capital City? Additionally, most had a bit of disdain for people in the entertainment industry, having already associated Aurelia with the rumored scandals.
Aurelia raised an eyebrow calmly without speaking.
Iris Cooper thought she was at a loss for words and smugly curled her lips, intending to deal her another humiliating blow, "Can’t you even produce a mere 888,888? To me, that’s just pocket money, but I bet you’d be too embarrassed to concede. Let me pay for you, you..."
"All right!" Aurelia said with a smile.
"You... what did you say?" Iris Cooper, with her belly full of insults for Aurelia, was blocked up in her throat, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she didn’t react for quite some time.