Dad, I have to call the club.
First, check if you have received any further notifications.
I opened the bank app.
There were three more default attempts.
$18,750.
$32,400.
And another $9,800.
They all came from the same club.
I put my hand to my mouth.
- God…
Dad looked at the screen.
It’s not all, Sloane.
I looked at him.
What do you mean?
“I mean, a man who tries to spend $640,000 on a card he no longer has the right to use is probably not based on that card alone.
Before I could answer them, the phone started calling.
- Julian.
I looked at his name and felt my heart beating my throat.
“Response,” my father said. But don’t argue with him. And it promises nothing.
I accepted the call.
- Sloane! What the hell did you do with the cards?
Julian’s voice was so powerful that my father heard every word.
“Good evening to you, Julian.
