My Dad Is The Chairman

5

This dinner was invited by Vallen to stop her colleague's mouth to completely calm the previous turmoil.

Therefore, the venue chosen is not bad, it belongs to the middle and upper class and costs about hundreds of thousands per person.

I drove my broken little BYD to the restaurant.

Actually, when I finished college, my father gave me a few cars, a Panamera, a Big G, an Aston Martin, but I didn't really like them. I hardly ever drove them, not even Ivan knew.

Once at the restaurant, I saw everyone surrounding Vallen, as if she was someone to be honored.

Even people who had a bad attitude before also smiled to the point of frowning.

Ivan stood aside and smiled, feeling proud too.

This image made me very uncomfortable, I didn't want to go with the crowd but Vallen had seen me at first sight.

Her eyes were shining. She reached out and pointed at me in the crowd and shouted, "Stella!"

I paused for a moment, then turned around and greeted some colleagues.

Personal HR glanced at me and saw Vallen, then she turned her face away as if she was not looking at me.

Vallen took out the car key with the Mercedes-Benz logo from his pocket and handed it to the waiter on the side and said haughtily, "Park this car."

The valet respectfully took the keys and went out to open the Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

Some other colleagues complimented, "This is indeed Vallen, did you change cars again?" I remember it was a Land Rover before!

"Yes, our Vallen is rich and her uncle is a manager. You are indeed a winner from people like us."

"The boyfriend you found is also very handsome!"

An arrogant smile appeared at the corner of Vallen's mouth, "Never mind, by the way, Stella, what car are you driving, just tell the waiter to help you park."

I waved my hand, "No, my car is already parked on the basement floor."

"Oh?" Vallen opened her eyes wide and made a curious expression, "What car are you driving?"

I calmly said, "BYD."

"Ah?" She exaggerated, "I see the bag you brought is pretty good so I think your house is in good condition."

"Aiya, how can there be so many rich and beautiful people like you, you're too naive Vallen!"

The HR person also nodded and said deliberately, "Now there are some little girls who are indeed vanitas. They use that kind of loan to buy bags and it's normal if you don't know."

I looked at my bag.

Herms Himalayan diamond buckle, my mom bought it for me, I've also forgotten how much it cost, maybe this can buy two Mercedes-Benz S.

I actually don't pursue luxury goods at all, but my mom often buys them for me when she goes shopping for herself. There are too many bags in my house.

For me, this bag is no different from a canvas bag. I always use it differently. I've probably carried gucci and Chanel before and been seen by Vallen.

"They're all counterfeits," continued Personal HR. "My friends sell them. One KW product is only a few hundred thousand. Don't be fooled. Some people aren't really rich, but they like to pretend they are!"

When Vallen heard this, she closed her mouth and smiled.

"I just found out today."

Ivan on the side looked at me with a complicated expression, as if pity and disgust at the same time.