Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 19 Poorer Than Me

Gwendolyn tried to locate her car by pressing the unlock button on the car key on each level of the parking lot.

Twenty minutes later, she finally found her new car.

While looking at the turquoise–painted car, she rubbed her chin and tutted. Although this car is an old model, it is pleasant to look at and practical. Most importantly, its color is… flashy! I like it!

She could not wait to drive the new car.

Suddenly, a woman’s shrill voice was heard from behind her. “Oh my, isn’t this our amazing Ms. Shalders? Let me see what car you drive.”

Smiling, Suzanna shuffled close to take a look. After checking out Gwendolyn’s car, she curled her lips in disdain. “I thought it would be some fancy car, but it turned out to be a mere Volkswagen Santana. Why didn’t you buy a good car to reward yourself when you’ve become a director, Ms. Shalders?”

However, Gwendolyn was not at all bothered by her comment. “Car is just for transportation. Its practicality is what matters to me,” she replied with a smile.

Suzanna rolled her eyes in response. Practicality, my foot. It sounds impressive and all, but I bet it’s just an excuse. At the end of the day, it’s merely because she’s poor.

was boosted, causing the frustration she received from Gwendolyn in the

flicked her wavy hair before stepping forward to hold Gwendolyn’s arm as if they were close to each other. “Ms. Shalders, I just got a new car recently. Would you mind

reply, she brought

design looked good. However, it was not practical

first time seeing this type of sports car, right? It is BMW’s latest model this year,

knitted her brows.

ought not to drive a shabby car since you’re a

light makeup and red lips, she appeared even

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a Z4 and a 270, yet you’re still showing

words dumbfounded Suzanna, who stared back at her with

walked toward the back of Suzanna’s BMW before grabbing the latter’s hand to touch the

you

before the latter’s eyes. “Take a close look at it. The

took out a wet tissue to clean her hand. “What do you

car is not a Z70. It’s an old model from three years ago, the Z4. Besides, it’s a used car with the most basic specs, which costs at most three hundred fifty thousand. If you don’t believe me, you can

shock, yet she shook her head. “No way! It can’t possibly be a secondhand Z4! You’re speaking ill of my car on