A white t-shirt, long pants, and a black baseball cap.
The dazzling, dreamlike lights of the Obsidian Palace illuminated the girl's face—a face with striking, vibrant features.
Under the glow, her skin was so fine it seemed veiled in a soft luminescence.
She casually shut the car door with a smooth, effortless motion. Tossing the car keys in the air, she caught them, shoved them into her pocket, and began sauntering toward the Obsidian Palace with an air of complete composure.
Throughout it all, she didn't spare a single glance for the members of the Wynn family who had swarmed forward.
"S-Serena!"
The air seemed to freeze in that instant.
The coy, fawning smile on Hailey's face froze solid. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the girl in front of her.
A choked cry escaped her throat as she uttered her name.
For a moment, Hailey's mind went blank.
How could it be Serena?!
Why was Serena driving Nicholas's car?
She... how could she possibly be driving Nicholas's car?!
It wasn't just Hailey.
Behind her, the rest of the Wynns stared, utterly shocked, at Serena's composed figure.
The expressions on their faces cracked, piece by piece.
They simply couldn't believe their eyes.
"Serena!"
Marianne's pupils constricted violently as she suddenly lunged toward Serena.
How dare that little bitch be so cold to her?
She really was an ungrateful brat!
The Wynns had raised her for twenty years, letting her live the life of a wealthy heiress!
And this was the attitude she showed them?
Marianne blocked Serena's path, her eyes bloodshot. She stared daggers at her and demanded through gritted teeth, "Serena, why are you driving Mr. Blackwood's car?"
Back at Le Céleste, she had been shocked that Serena even knew the heir to the Blackwood family, a man at the absolute pinnacle of Vaelion City's elite.
Even after seeing it with her own eyes, she couldn't believe it. How could Serena possibly be involved with a figure so powerful that even the Wynn family at their peak wouldn't have dared to dream of approaching?
Her only conclusion was that Serena must have used her pretty face to make some kind of dirty deal to seduce the heir of the Blackwood family!
No one in the Wynn family believed that Serena could hold his interest for long just by being a pretty face.
Once the Blackwood heir grew tired of playing with her, wouldn't she have to crawl back to her slum and rot in the mud?
Only by thinking this, by assuming this, could the Wynn family feel any better.
Especially Marianne.
Seeing Serena not only fail to sink into the gutter as she'd expected after leaving the family, but actually thrive and climb higher, made her sick.
The places Serena went, the people she surrounded herself with—they were all
from a class the Wynns couldn't even touch.
She was so furious she felt like she could have a heart attack.
Thinking about the Wynn family's recent troubles and then seeing Serena driving that one-of-a-kind Maybach, worth at least ten figures,
was like a physical slap across Marianne's face content
"Serena, answer me! You damn jinx, you've brought nothing but ruin to the Wynn
family, and now you're acting like nothing happened?"
Marianne's anger grew the more she
looked at Serena. "You're just in time! Let me tell you, that hundred million dollar bet from the race at Apex Horizon Speedway was all your fault! You are going to fix this for us!"
The entitled, demanding tone was laughable.
And Serena did, in fact, laugh.