Wendy’s eyes lit up the moment she saw the car. She didn’t even try to hide her excitement, running her hands over the sleek exterior blike /bba /bkid in a candy store.

“Zac, take a picture of

She positioned herself next to the car, using the tinted window as a mirror to fix her hair.

Of course, she had no idea the car had one–way ss. From the inside, Charlotte could see everything perfectly. But from the outside, Wendy waspletely oblivious.

Charlotte tumed her head, watching Wendy like she was an exhibit at the zon.

Just as Wendy finished primping, Charlotte casually lowered the window, bringing them face to face.

“Hey there,” she greeted with a sweet smile.

Wendy froze.

“Charlotte?” Her expression twisted in shock, like she had just seen a ghost. “What the hell are you doing in there?

Just then, Zac walked up beside her.

His brows knitted as he caught sight of Charlotte in the driver’s seat. “Why the hell did you rent a Bentley?”

He didn’t even bask/b. He just assumed.

Wendy quickly recoveredb, /bschooling her expression into one of amusement.

You rented a car for pictures, huh?” She let out a lightugh, her voice dripping bwith /bmockery. “I mean, I heard luxury car rentals aren’t cheap. A single photoshoot must’ve cost you what–your entire paycheck?”

b‘/bs frown deepened, his distaste evident. “Charlotte, seriously? You rented this just to take pictures? Are you out of your mind?”

Zac’s

Wendy smirked. “Exactly. Everyone knows how much you make. Even if you post this on Instagram, people will just think you’re superficial and trying too hard. What’s the point?”

Charlotte let out a shortugh, eyeing Wendy with amusement. “You sound pretty knowledgeable. Let me guess–you’ve rented one before?”

Wendy’s smirk faltered

Because, in fact, she had.

A while back, some of the socialites in her circle had been unting their expensive cars and designer bags, making her green with benvy/b. She had begged her father to buy her a luxury car, but with their family’s finances in bad shape, he had refused.

Frustrated and unwilling to be outdone, she bhad /bsecretly rented a Lamborghini for the sole purpose of posting it on social media.

The embarrassment of being caught off guard faded as she quickly rationalized it.

So what if she had rented ba /bcar before? It wasn’t just any car. It was a Lamborghini, worth over a million. That was leagues above the Bentley Charlotte bwas /bsitting in now.

Of course, there was no way she would admit bto /bbit/b, not in front of Zac

With her chin lifted, she said coolly, “I don’t need to rent cars. Back when I was overseas, I drove a Lamborghini–way pricier than this one.”

Charlotte tilted her head. “Oh, really? Then why don’t you drive it now?”

Wendy didn’t miss a beat. “I got bored of it. Sure, supercars look shy, but they’re not practical for women. I recently switched to a Panamera I’ll bring it over sometime if you want a picture no chargeb./b”

Her one wasced with condescension

What she didn’t mention was that her so–called Panamera bwas /bactually ba /bsecondhand car she had bought just to keep up appearances. With ber family’s business struggling, bthey /bhad even mortgaged their house She could barely afford the lifestyle she bwas /bpretending to have.

Charlutte let out a slow, drawn–out “Ohhh,” then stalled. “Got it. Weren’t you just about to take a picture? bGo /bbahead/b, I don’t inind lending you

Wendy’s expression darkened. “No thanks”

Zac, who had been silent until nowb, /bsuddenly spoke. “Charlotte, how did I never realize you were this superficialb? /b