novelxo Chapter 19
Lyra took the remote key fob and kept pressing it when she went to different floors of the parking facility.
Finally, after twenty minutes, hearing the beep, she found her new car.
Looking at the lime green spray paint, she stroked her chin and tsked twice.
Although this model was relatively traditional, but it never went outdated and was a really practical type of car, not to mention this
color... Sassy!
She loved it!
She couldn't wait to get her hands on the new car and try it out.
A woman's sarcastic voice suddenly came from behind her.
"Oops, isn't this our fantastic Miss Carroll? Let me see what kind of car you're driving..."
Stacy smiled as she came over to check on Lyra's car. And when she saw it, she pouted her lips in disdain.
"I thought it was some fancy car. A Volkswagen Santana? Miss Carroll is in a high rank now. Why not buy a better one to reward
yourself?"
Lyra didn't take offense, just smiling, "The car is just a transportation means for me. I only need it to be practical."
Stacy rolled her eyes.
Practical? What a cunning excuse for the lack of money!
In an instant, her vanity exploded and all her grievance caused by Lyra in the morning was offset.
Anyway, at least the bitch was poorer than her!
She flipped her wavy curls and stepped forward to take Lyra's arm like they were homies, "Miss Carroll, I just recently got a new
car. Would you mind telling me your thoughts about it?"
Without waiting for Lyra to say anything, she took Lyra's arm and walked to a parking space not far away.
Lyra turned her head. It was a convertible model of BMW Z4. To look at it from a distance, it did look quite cool, but it wasn't far
from a good choice for commuting, only suitable for satisfying one's vanity.
Seeing that Lyra only took a glance and then withdrew her gaze, seemingly unimpressed, Stacy sneered, "Miss Carroll, I guess
you haven't seen this style of sports car before, right? This is the latest BMW Z70 this year. The bare price is 1.5 million. I have
paid a great deal for it."
Lyra frowned.
How could this car be a Z70?
Stacy glanced at her expression and thought her words had irritated Lyra. Haughtiness was written all over Stacy's face.
"No offense, but you're after all a department director. Your car is a bit too cheap. We're an entertainment company. Those artists
and celebrities would see how's it going with our company. Your crappy car would only disgrace Angle Group."
"Huh ..."
Lyra sneered and shook her head. Her face with light makeup on and red lips, looked dangerously attractive when smiling.
Stacy, however, was not amused, "What are you laughing at?"
"I laugh at your stupidity. You can't even tell the difference between a Z4 and a Z70, and you're standing here showing off?"
Stacy was confused and looked at her with a serious face.
Lyra went behind the butt of her BMW, grabbed her hand and poked it into the rear exhaust.
"What are you doing!"
Lyra held Stacy's hand up to her eyes, "Take a good look. You've got old dirt on this pipe. New dirt won't be of this color."
Stacy hurriedly took out a wet wipe to clean her hands. She didn't believe Lyra's words, "What the hell do you mean?"
"You're really stupid."
Lyra snickered and explained, "This is not a Z70. It's the old Z4 model three years ago. Moreover, this was a second-hand car of
low configuration, 350,000 dollars at best, I guess. If you don't believe me, find a professional technician to take a look at it and
you'll know."
Stacy shook her head in astonishment, "No way, how can this be a used Z4! You are just jealous of me and deliberately
denigrate my car. You think I'll fall for it, don't you?"
Lyra had explained it so clearly, but Stacy actually thought she was bullshitting. Was she habitually stupid?
"From what you're saying, I don't think you bought the car yourself, did you?"
Lyra paused and thought of something, her tone suddenly turning serious, "Stacy, which of the company's executives did you
date?"
Stacy's face went colorless and she pushed Lyra away in irritation.
"I don't understand what you're saying! Ridiculous!" She quickly drove away.
Lyra looked at the direction Stacy fled in haste and became more convinced that she was right, narrowing her eyes.
The company had this kind of scum in the senior leadership. If she found out who he was, he would definitely have a taste of his
own medicine!
She withdrew her gaze and returned to her little Volkswagen Santana.
Having just opened the car door to a crack, suddenly two large hands pressed on the door.
The man's cold and familiar low voice came from behind her.
"Why doesn't he buy you a nice car?"