After my daughter's black card was stolen by the fake daughter, I went crazy
Chapter 1
Before my business trip, I left my daughter an unlimited black card.
The only rule: she had to spend at least several millions every month to cultivate good spending habits.
At first, I thought that if she spent well, it would motivate me to earn more. But after a while, something felt off.
She bought hundreds of luxury items in three days, ten villas in five, and yesterday, she even acquired 100 intimate toys.
I secretly flew back, determined to uncover the truth.
But the moment I landed, I received a call. Lily, my daughter, had been hit by a car while scavenging for scraps and was in the hospital. They couldn’t even afford the medical bills.
Nurse Reynolds’s voice on the phone was scathing, filled with accusation: "Ms. Thorne, I've never seen parents as neglectful as you. If you don't come soon, you might not see your child again!"
My heart pounding, I rushed to the hospital. There, I saw her—frail and skeletal.
Amidst my anguish, my phone buzzed with a message: another black card purchase for a high-end spa.
I immediately stopped Ms. Davies from canceling the card. A cold smile touched my lips.
Oh, so you like swiping? Then swipe your fill!