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    This wasn’t some budget chain either. Rooms here ran close to a hundred grand a night.


    He hesitated, then walked over, ignoring Doreen’s embarrassment. He pulled out his wallet and held out a card to Ste.


    “Stel,” he said in that fake-gentle tone she hated, “use mine. I’m guessing your card might not have the limit for this kind of ce. Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to pay me back.”


    Ste had nned to pretend he didn’t exist. But now he just had to put on a show. It grated on her nerves. He clearly enjoyed showing off.


    Sandra looked ready to explode. “Seriously? Why are you always like this? Who asked for your money? We’re not broke, thanks.”


    Marc barely looked at her. His eyes stayed on Ste. “Stel, we were together for years. I know you. You never spent too much, always tried to save for me. But you don’t have to do that anymore. Let me do this for you.”


    Sure, these rooms were pricey. But to him, a hundred thousand a night was pocket change.


    Ste stared at the card he was waving in her face. Then sheughed—cold and amused.


    “Sounds like your ex-wife had a rough time, Mr. Walsh. Had to pinch pennies just to afford a hotel stay? That’s rough.” Her smile sharpened. “I’m not in the habit of mooching off anyone. I’ll pay for my own room, thanks.”


    Then she turned to the receptionist, her voice crisp. “Please upgrade all three rooms to presidential suites.”


    She handed over her ck card. Everyone around her froze for a second—eyes caught on the sleek, gold-trimmed card in her hand.


    That ck, gold-ted card wasn’t something just anyone had—only a select few in the entire world.


    So when Sandra and Elbert saw Ste swipe it to book them into the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, they were floored. They never even dreamed of staying somewhere that luxurious.


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    “Ste, this is way too much. We don’t need all this—” Sandra started, clearly overwhelmed.


    “It’s fine,” Ste cut in. “Stay. It’s on me.”


    Well, technically, it wasn’t her money.


    William had handed her the card the night before and told her to use it however she liked. So she did exactly that.


    Besides, she hadn’t seen a paycheck since she took up the job—she figured this could count as an advance.


    Marc stood a few feet away, watching her swipe the card like it was nothing. Three presidential suites, no hesitation. The total? Hundreds of thousands a night, for five nights straight. His expression soured.


    Meanwhile, the card in his wallet suddenly felt like a joke. A cheap knockoff.


    Quietly, he lowered his hand and said nothing, forced to watch as Ste led her people into the elevator without even a nce his way.


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