"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...