"Trista, talk! Don't you even have a motorcycle?" Vicky was pissing me off again.
I really could not take it and replied, "I am not like you, bluffing and showing off the fake Lamborghini key from the second hand store."
"What, fake?" Hearing this, everyone stared at Vicky's car key.
Vicky was beside herself with rage.
"It's clearly from my suitor. Trista, what are you talking about? Even if you are jealous, you should have!"
"Lamborghini keys are exquisitely made. Even the key fob is different. They are obviously a fake. Don't think that this is a famous car with Lamborghini's logo."
"What do you mean?"
"your family's stock has plummeted recently, the funds have been frozen, and the finance department has something wrong. Your family is now a shell company with large debts. You can not protect yourself right now. Why do you have time to play tricks here?"
"You..."
"Oh, I forgot. Do you want to hook up with the rich second generation to fill the gaps in the company?"