The Heiress and the Salesgirl Chapter 1

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!

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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.