Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 786

She had to suppress the urge to laugh.

This Serena was unbelievably stupid.

Both the Vinton and Lancaster families had offered her a limitless wardrobe.

Yet she insisted on bringing her own trash.

And she actually had the audacity to claim it was from YB Atelier.

Since when did YB package their haute couture in literal garbage?

Isabella was practically vibrating with amusement.

Serena stopped in her tracks, her clear, tranquil eyes slowly lifting to meet Isabella’s with a freezing glare.

Her gaze was chillingly calm and utterly detached.

A faint, mocking smirk touched Serena’s red lips, her voice laced with an effortless drawl. "What's wrong? Getting bored of a peaceful life?"

All the color drained from Isabella’s face. She stumbled back two steps, expertly morphing her expression into one of sheer terror. "N-no, Serena. I was just... I was just checking on you... Grandpa, Grandma, and your uncles poured their hearts into organizing this gala for you. I just wanted to make sure you..."

"What you want has absolutely nothing to do with me," Serena cut her off, clearly out of patience, her voice flat. "The only reason you haven't been tossed out is so my grandparents can recover without unnecessary drama."

Having said her piece.

She didn't spare Isabella another glance, turning on her heel and striding away with her battered box.

The box had indeed just been dispatched from YB Atelier.

She had originally asked Black Jack to swing by and grab it so she could try on the new design.

But after picking it up.

Black Jack had been sidetracked by a quick underground skirmish.

During the fight, the box had taken a bit of a beating in the crossfire.

As Serena’s figure disappeared into the estate.

The socialites clicked their tongues in absolute disgust. "Wow. Talk about an uncultured savage! Zero class!"

"Isabella, how can you let her talk to you like that? Does the Vinton family really just let her run wild with zero manners?"

A parade of luxury vehicles caused a massive gridlock on the private avenue leading up to the gates. The guests stepping out were all formidable titans of the United Realmon States.

The Vinton family’s prestige had always been powerful, but after their recent, earth-shattering financial counter-strike in the global markets, their status had skyrocketed to an entirely new echelon.

Everyone was desperate to network and get into their good graces.

The open-air banquet was a sea of haute couture, flowing champagne, and elite elegance.

Isabella stood perfectly in the center of the crowd, soaking up the awe-struck stares of the guests.

Her gown, meticulously embroidered with diamonds and a celestial motif, cascaded around her like a blinding, starlit galaxy with every step she took.

It was breathtakingly eye-catching.

Isabella’s ego swelled to astronomical heights.

Just as she had predicted, out of the entire venue.

Not a single person's attire could hold a candle to hers.

The legendary crown jewel of YB Atelier truly lived up to its name!