She lifted her gaze, focusing on the track in the distance.
It was a professional, F1-grade racing circuit.
A few cars were currently tearing down the asphalt.
Listening to the roaring engines vibrating through the air.
A slow smirk spread across Serena's lips.
By the time Anna and Isabella finally arrived in their car.
The scene they had pictured—Serena showing up only to be cornered, mocked, and terrified by their friends—was nowhere to be found.
Instead, Serena was standing at the absolute center of attention, surrounded by admirers.
Both of their expressions froze.
"What the hell is going on?!"
Anna's face contorted with vicious jealousy.
This was her turf!
She had orchestrated this entire night to turn Serena into a joke and make her pay for her arrogance!
And besides...
She was always the one at the center of attention in this crowd!
She stormed over, her teeth gritted as she yelled, "Why are you all crowding around her?! She's just some broke relative from the country! She wouldn't even be able to get past the gates without me! She even stole my car to get here!"
Isabella quickly grabbed Anna's hand, feigning gentleness. "Anna, calm down. Serena... she just wants to fit in so badly. She's never had this much attention before, so it's natural for her to get a little carried away."
"Her? Fit in with us?! Is she even worthy?" Now that they had arrived, Anna was fed up and completely dropped the act.
She scanned the area and didn't spot Douglas.
She instantly assumed that Douglas had been terrified by Serena's driving and bailed halfway.
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