12 Chapter 12

Bertha, who was sitting in her office memorizing documents, suddenly sneezed twice.

Is someone scolding her?

Perhaps Rose's teachings were too pathetic yesterday.

She quickly regained her spirit and focused on her work.

After just one day, she had memorized all the documents in her head that would take others three days to complete. Charmaine found she could get off work on time, angrily breaking a tube of lipstick.

Bertha rubbed her sore shoulders and took the elevator down to the parking lot.

But this morning, she took Venn's car to the company, and the car was just brought into the parking lot this afternoon, but he forgot to tell her the location and how she found her car.

Bertha took the car key and pressed the unlock button for each car to test.

Finally, twenty minutes later, she found her new car.

Seeing the color scheme of the blue spray paint, she rubbed her chin and nodded.

Although the style is relatively old, it still looks good, the key point is the color combination. Too ostentatious.

She liked it very much.

She couldn't wait anymore, she just wanted to try this new car right away.

Suddenly, a woman's sour voice rang out behind her.

"Oh, isn't this our wonderful Miss. Bertha? Let me see what car you drive?"

Charmaine tilted her head and smiled. After seeing Bertha's car clearly, she curled her mouth, revealing a disgusted expression.

"I was wondering what kind of good car it was. The result was the Santara car, Miss. Bertha's position is not small, why don't you buy a good car to reward yourself?"

Bertha smiled, unconcerned. "It's just a means of transportation, it's good to use. It doesn't have to be expensive."

Charmaine glared. That was just her excuse. Isn't the reason because she is poor?

Instantly, her pride swelled, all the anger she had endured from Bertha was erased.

Anyway, at least this girl is poorer than her.

Charmaine walked forward cordially and took Bertha's arm. "Director, I recently changed my car, can you come and see how my car is?"

Without waiting for Bertha to speak, she took Bertha's arm and walked to her car not far away.

Bertha turned her head to look and saw that it was a BMW Z4 convertible, quite beautifully designed, but not suitable for work, just for the looks.

Charmaine saw that she only glanced once and then withdrew her gaze, looking like she didn't care, she scoffed. "You've never seen this sports car design, right? This is BMW's newest model Z70 this year, the price of the car plus taxes and paperwork must be up to a million dollars. I spent all my savings to buy it."

Bertha frowned.

How can this car be a Z70?

Charmaine saw the look on Bertha's face, she thought it was her words that angered Bertha, she looked arrogant.

"After all, you are the director, don't be too stingy, for entertainment companies like us, famous people often come here, if your car is cheap, the whole company will lose face."

Bertha laughed and shook her head.

Charmaine is not happy. "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh because you're so stupid, even the Z4 and Z70 can't tell the difference, yet you're still standing here bragging."

Charmaine was stunned, looking at her with a serious expression.

Bertha looked at her BMW, scoffed, and explained. "This is not a Z70, but an old Z4 model from three years ago, moreover it is a low-end product that has been used many times, only a few hundred thousand dollars, if you don't believe it, find someone who has knowledge about cars to check."

Charmaine was taken aback, she shook her head. "No way, this is not an old used Z4 model. You're jealous of me so you intentionally defame me. Do you think I'm easy to deceive?"

"Listen to you, maybe this car wasn't bought by you?"

Bertha paused, thinking of something, her tone suddenly serious. "Charmaine, which company executive are you with?"

Charmaine's face suddenly turned pale, and she angrily pushed her away.

"I don't know what you're talking about." After that, she quickly got in the car and drove away.

Bertha quickly looked in the direction she was driving, the more convinced that her judgment was correct, she narrowed her eyes coldly.

There are such scum senior leaders in the company. If she finds out who they are, it won't be good for them.

She closed her eyes and turned back to her Santara.

As soon as the car door opened, two big, strong, strong hands suddenly placed it on the car door.

The man's familiar low voice rang out from behind her.

"Why doesn't he buy you a better car?"

When Bertha heard this voice, she instinctively frowned.

When she turned her head, she was just in time to meet Derek's eyes staring at her.

"This is Angle's garage, what are you doing here?"

Derek smirked. "I came to talk about business cooperation with Venn, how about it? Is there any rule that I can't appear here?"

Bertha smiled.

What other bad reason is there?

"Your main target is the real estate and construction market and has nothing to do with the entertainment industry. Did you come to find our company's artists to boost sales for your home sale?"

She stared at him, her eyes filled with sarcasm, and her temperament was not inferior to him at all.

Derek was pierced by her eyes, his expression was cold, he pressed on her shoulders, and pushed her back so that her back was completely pressed against the car door, her whole body was confined within his hand.

"What did you do?"

Bertha's thighs were pressed by his knees, unable to move.

This pose is really strange.

The close distance and vague breathing made Bertha suddenly blush.

During the struggle, she glared at him fiercely.

"Derek, did you take the wrong medicine? Are you crazy?"

His deep black eyes stared intently at her, like disobedient prey.

"What do you mean by this new car of yours? Blue? Having found Venn as support, you are so proud that you should confront me?"

What's wrong with blue? Does he discriminate against color?

She secretly lamented in her heart but didn't say it out loud.