My boyfriend and I went to a luxury dealership to buy a car. The salesgirl, Stacy, who had been ignoring me, suddenly became very enthusiastic. She deliberately bent over and rubbed against him, circling him like a shark. During my test drive, she grabbed the wheel, nearly causing me to hit a pedestrian. Then she looked innocent and said: "I told you, Miss. You aren't suitable for this car." Then she pretended to whisper loudly to my boyfriend: "Didn't she sit in the passenger seat when she came with that old sugar daddy last time?" Turns out, she wanted to sit in my boyfriend's passenger seat. I just wonder if she has the ability to make my "trophy boyfriend" buy a Rolls-Royce with my money! Chapter 1 After introducing my boyfriend, Ethan, to my parents, I was in a great mood. Passing by a luxury car dealership, I raised an eyebrow and teased him: "Do you want to drive a Rolls-Royce?" Ethan paused, then smiled gently. "Whatever you say, babe." We arrived. Ethan went to park my Porsche. I walked in first. There was only one saleswoman inside. She scanned me from head to toe and rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Another broke dreamer coming in here to daydream. Look at yourself. Can you even afford a tire?" I looked at her name tag: Stacy. She glanced at my oversized T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops with disgust. "People like you dirty our floor. If you scratch anything, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourself!" My temple throbbed. Just as I was about to speak, her eyes lit up. She walked straight past me, shoulder-checking me hard. Her smile was warm and genuine as she approached Ethan. She whispered softly, asking about his needs and preferences. When she spotted the Rolex on Ethan's wrist—the one I bought him—her smile deepened. Ethan saw the sleek Rolls-Royce in the showroom and couldn't move. He followed Stacy like he was in a trance. Right in front of me, Stacy bent over, sticking her butt out in her tight pencil skirt. She crawled into the driver's seat to grab some brochures, practically pressing her chest against Ethan's arm. I looked around. Brochures were everywhere. Did she have to get them from the driver's seat? Ethan seemed to remember me suddenly and waved. "Penelope, come look! This one is nice." When Stacy turned to look at me, her expression froze for a second. Chapter 2 Jealousy flashed in her eyes. While Ethan excitedly checked out the car, she lowered her voice and whispered to me: "Nice moves, honey. Being that broke and snagging a man of this level?" This level? Which level? I wanted to laugh. Ethan's entire outfit today was bought by me. Covered in logos. Very flashy. She turned to Ethan and said, "It's so hard for girls from humble backgrounds like us. We have to work so hard just to stand in front of someone like you." Stacy glanced at me. "Unlike some people..." Ethan looked at me, a bit embarrassed. He pulled me toward the passenger side. "Penelope, try the passenger seat." Usually, I let Ethan drive. But that doesn't mean I always sit shotgun. I opened the driver's door. Before I could sit, a hand stopped me. Stacy looked at me with fake concern. "Miss, this car costs $800,000. Regular girls like you don't understand cars. If you break something, it would be bad." She invited Ethan to sit in the driver's seat, then plopped herself into the passenger seat. "This car has a lot of features. I studied for a long time to learn them. I can answer Mr. Miller's questions from here." Ethan patted my head. "Penelope, I usually drive anyway. Let me figure it out first, then I'll teach you." Stacy chimed in. "Exactly. Mr. Miller looks like a pro. What do girls like you know about specs and performance?" Basically, one thinks I'm dumb, and the other thinks I'm broke. I almost laughed out loud. Since I got my license at eighteen, I've driven every car in my family's garage. I know way more about cars than Ethan. I tapped my fingers on the door and said coolly: "Talking to him is useless. Whether we buy this car depends on my mood." Chapter 3 I didn't explicitly say I was paying. I always saved Ethan's face in public. His parents died when he was young. My dad sponsored his college tuition. After graduation, he joined my family's company, starting from the bottom. We were college classmates. He didn't know my identity until we started dating. We thought it was destiny. Hearing my words, Ethan's smile stiffened. He stayed silent. Stacy looked disdainful. Her jealousy burned brighter. She probably thought Ethan spent millions just to make me happy. She ignored me completely and kept chatting up Ethan. I got tired of this circus. I demanded a test drive. Stacy looked at me with contempt. "A girl driving an SUV? Seriously?" "You broke people just want to joyride in luxury cars, right?" I glanced at her and said calmly: "If you can't respect the customer, call your manager or the owner." "I want to see if I can test drive today." Ethan frowned. "I've never heard of a dealership refusing a test drive." Seeing Ethan speak up, Stacy reluctantly went to get the keys. While she was gone, I went to my car and changed into driving shoes. When we were alone, Ethan hugged my arm and whined: "Babe, I wanted to drive that car too." He leaned in. His clean scent was now tainted by cheap perfume. I frowned. "Can't you see she's a pick-me girl?" Ethan rubbed against me, unbothered. "We won't see her again after we buy the car. Don't be petty, babe." "Don't be mad. She's not worth it." He was still the puppy dog who provided emotional value. My anger subsided. Maybe I was overthinking it. Chapter 4 Stacy took us to the test drive route. It was a quiet road with few people or cars. Both Stacy and Ethan asked repeatedly if I really wanted to drive. I ignored them and buckled up. Ethan sat shotgun. Stacy sat in the back. I adjusted the mirrors and started the engine. Along the way, Stacy kept flirting with Ethan. Praising his success, asking about his job. Ethan was vague. "I work at a corporate firm." Stacy thought he was being humble. She pulled out a bottle of water, poured it into a cup, and handed it to Ethan from the back. Ethan handed the water to me. I was about to tell him to put it down. Suddenly, Stacy grabbed my arm and screamed: "The driver can't let go of the wheel!" I was holding the wheel. Her yank jerked the car into the right lane. There was a thick bush on the side of the road. I slammed on the brakes instinctively. The car screeched to a halt. Only then did I see a little girl standing behind the bush! The bumper was a meter away from her. If I hadn't slammed the brakes, the consequences would have been unimaginable! Cold sweat drenched my back. I turned to Stacy, furious. "You could have killed someone!" Stacy looked innocent. "I told you, Miss. You aren't suitable for this car." "I'm so skinny, how much strength do I have? Usually, when I remind male customers, their hands don't even move." Wow. Yanking my arm is a "reminder" now? I was too angry to argue. I drove back to the dealership in silence. "Call your manager. Now." Getting out, Stacy saw the long scratch on the side of the car from the curb. Her face went pale. But she doubled down. "I said you weren't fit to drive! You scratched the car! Are you trying to get out of paying for it because you're broke?"
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