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He Lent Her My Cullinan, I Canceled His Family’s Cards Chapter 02

He Lent Her My Cullinan, I Canceled His Family’s Cards Chapter 02

Lindsay immediately looked nervous. Her eyes filled with tears almost at once.

Her shoulders hunched inward as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Drake. I’ll pay you back even if it means selling everything I have.”

“That car cost eight hundred thousand dollars.”

“I… I…” Lindsay began trembling even harder.

Nicholas immediately pulled her behind him.

His tall frame completely shielded her from view.

“Juliette, are you serious right now? It’s just a car. I’ll pay for it myself.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a no-limit card and held it toward me.

“Take my card and buy yourself another one.”

“Even if Lindsay wrecks ten more Cullinans, I can afford it.”

The moment my fingertips brushed the card, Lindsay suddenly knocked it from my hand.

The card hit the floor with a sharp slap.

“Mrs. Drake, every cent you spend comes from Mr. Drake. How can you still have the nerve to take his money?”

Nicholas let out a quiet laugh. “That’s just how greedy she is.”

I looked down at my authorized user card on the floor and laughed.

Using my own money to pay me back—and calling me greedy. How ridiculous.

I chose to marry Nicholas for one simple reason—he always did what I said. But now…

I let out a cold laugh. “Nicholas, you’ve got some nerve.”

He went still.

I didn’t bother picking up the card. It was about to become useless anyway.

On my way out of his office, I called my assistant.

“Shut down every Ashford Bank card currently being used by the Drake family. Every single one.”

After I hung up, I went back to Veridian Auto Gallery, picked up a brand-new Phantom on the spot, and took it out for a spin.

My phone rang nonstop the entire time.

Every call came from Nicholas. I ignored every single one.

That evening, I got home to find the entire Drake family waiting—Nicholas’s parents and his younger sister.

I had barely stepped through the front door when Margaret Drake started in on me.

“Juliette, I really have to say something.”

“All that happened was Nicholas’s secretary accidentally damaged your car.”

“Was it really necessary to freeze everyone’s cards over something so minor?”

“Exactly!” Savannah Drake immediately chimed in.

“I took my friends out for karaoke this afternoon, and when it was time to pay, my card got declined.”

“Do you have any idea how humiliating that was? I wanted to die!”

Walter Drake snorted. “This is what happens when Nicholas spoils you rotten.”

Nicholas stepped forward and wrapped an arm around my waist, his voice gentle.

“Honey, don’t be like that. Just reactivate the cards. Nobody’s holding it against you.”

Savannah crossed her arms.

“Juliette, since this is your first offense, we’re willing to let it slide.”

“But what you did today was completely out of line.”

“If it happens again, Mom and Dad won’t be so forgiving.”

She lifted her chin arrogantly.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Piss them off enough, and Nicholas might just dump you.”

I laughed. “Nicholas, your secretary said every cent I spend comes from you.”

“You didn’t correct her. Instead, you agreed and called me greedy.”

I looked him straight in the eye. “Fine.”

“From now on, we’ll each spend our own money.”

“That way, no one’s taking advantage of anyone.”

Ever since I married Nicholas, every member of the Drake family has had an Ashford Bank no-limit card. No spending cap.

Their monthly spending combined easily hit tens of million—and I never said a word.

But now, I was going to make one thing very clear—everything I’d given Nicholas, I could take back anytime.

Nicholas’s tone softened. “Honey, that was at the office. You could’ve at least saved me some face.”

I gave his chest a light tap. “You don’t get to have it both ways. Don’t be so greedy.”

“You were so sure of yourself at the office. Stick to that now.”

Savannah planted her hands on her hips.

“So you’re really not reactivating our cards? You’d better not regret this.”

I didn’t even spare her a glance.

Regret? What exactly did I have to regret?

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