Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Sheena held the car keys and tried unlocking each car one by one, from one floor after another. Finally, after twenty minutes, she found her new car.

Looking at the emerald green paint, she clicked her tongue in appreciation. Though the style was a bit outdated, it was practical and durable, and the color was stylish!

She loved it and could not wait to try out her new car.

Suddenly, she heard a woman’s mocking voice behind her.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our fabulous Ms. Sheena. What car are you driving?”

Sue approached her with a sneer. Upon seeing Sheena’s car, she pouted disdainfully.

“Oh my, is this your car? A Volkswagen Santana? With your position, why not treat yourself to a better car?”

Sheena smiled, unfazed. “A car is just a means to commute. I’m just being practical.” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sue rolled her eyes.

Practical or not was just an excuse. She was probably just poor.

In an instant, her vanity soared, compensating for all the humiliation she endured at Sheena’s hands in the morning.

At least this bitch was poorer than her!

She fluffed her wavy curls and linked arms with Sheena. “Ms. Sheena, I just got a new car recently. Would you mind taking a look at it for me?”

Without even waiting for Sheena’s response, she pulled her toward a nearby parking spot. Sheena turned her head to see a convertible BMW Z4. At a glance, it seemed quite stylish, but it was not very practical for daily commute. In fact, it was definitely for her to show off.

Sue noticed that Sheena only glanced briefly and withdrew her gaze, pretending to look down at it. So, she snorted and taunted, “Ms. Sheena, I guess you haven’t seen this type of sports car before, have you? This is the latest BMW Z70, which costs a whopping 200,000 dollars just for the bare vehicle. I had to spend a fortune to buy it.”

Sheena frowned upon hearing Sue’s words.

How could that car possibly be a Z70?

Sue noticed her expression and thought her words had hit a nerve, feeling quite pleased with herself.

“I’m just saying, as the talent manager, you should avoid looking so shabby. Our entertainment company often hosts celebrities who might visit, and your low–class car

wouldn’t do any good for Angle’s image.‘

“Heh,” Sheena chuckled coldly, shaking her head. She had light makeup on that day, which made her look incredibly captivating when she smiled.

Sue became defensive. “What are you laughing at?”

“I’m laughing at your stupidity. You can’t even tell the difference between a Z4, and a 770, yet you’re here showing off.”

Sue looked puzzled, staring at Sheena.

Sheena walked to the back of her BMW, pulling Sue’s hand, and wiping the exhaust pipe with it.

“What are you doing?”

Sheena raised Sue’s hand, saying, “Take a good look. The dirt on this exhaust pipe is old, not fresh. The color is different.‘

Sue quickly wiped her hand clean with a tissue, not believing what she had heard. “What are you trying to say?”

Sheena sneered and explained, “You really are clueless. This car is not a Z70. It’s an old Z4 from three years ago, and it’s a used car with the lowest configuration. At most, it’s worth 55,000 dollars. If you don’t believe me, find a professional used car appraiser to confirm it.” Sue’s eyes widened in shock, but she still shook her head. “Impossible! There’s no way this could be a used Z4! You’re just jealous and trying to discredit my car. Did you really think I’d fall for that?”

Despite all the evidence, Sue still thought Sheena was making up stories, proving that she was beyond help.

“So, if I understand correctly, you didn’t buy this car, did you?” Sheena caught on quickly and asked, “Sue, which executive are you sleeping with?”

Sue’s face turned pale instantly, and she pushed Sheena away indignantly. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about! You’re ridiculous!”

Then, she quickly drove away.

Watching Sue’s hasty departure, Sheena became even more convinced that her guess was correct. If there was such a rotten high–level executive in the company and she managed to expose their identity, they would definitely have to face dire consequences.

Sheena returned to her little Volkswagen Santana.

As she opened the car door slightly, a pair of hands suddenly pressed against the door, and a familiar deep and icy voice came from behind her.

“Why didn’t he buy you a better car?”