"A-Ah? Yes, Daddy—I mean, husband! Let me just clarify—"
Collective facepalm.
An entire room full of billionaires, bodyguards, and world-class gamblers smacked their foreheads in perfect sync. The echo could've cracked marble.
Strong?
This woman?
Scam! Obvious scam!
Anran hissed through her teeth and shot them all a death glare.
"You plebeians," she snapped, hands on hips, "I am explaining, so shut your over-financed mouths."
And just like that, she launched into a breathless retelling of the chaos—casually skipping over key facts, downplaying her involvement, and ignoring the withering stares coming from all sides. She spoke as if she were giving a TED Talk titled *How to Create a Scandal and Still Look Fabulous.*
After her speech, Wang Xiao blinked once.
"Oh… that's it?" He sounded almost bored. With a sigh, he pulled out a slim, obsidian-black card from Anran's purse—a card so rare it shimmered like a dragon's scale under the chandelier.
