Once Brian started cursing out Adrian, he couldn't stop, his words flowing one after another. It was clear he'd held a grudge for a long time.
Serena remained silent, her gaze fixed on the night scenery flying past the window.
Adrian. The man who had been her fiancé for four years.
When she was first brought back to the Wynn family, they had treated her with a cold indifference. She had been filled with anxiety and unease, desperate to win their affection.
But the reality was, they didn't like her. On the rainy night she returned, they completely forgot she even existed.
They left her standing in the rain at the door.
It was Adrian, who had come to visit with his father, who handed her an umbrella and brought her inside, finally making the Wynn family notice her.
And it was Adrian who acknowledged her as his fiancée, a betrothal arranged since childhood, which prompted the Wynns to call a doctor for her and allow her to stay.
Back then, Adrian had been like a warm beam of light shining down on her.
However...
That initial light had been extinguished over four years of chasing him, of his daily indifference and perfunctory responses, and finally, his betrayal when he cheated on her with Hailey before she was even officially recognized as a Wynn.
It was completely gone.
The flashy, fluorescent blue sports car had long since sped away, leaving no trace behind.
Isabella slowly emerged from the shadows of the estate's wrought-iron gate, watching the outrageous sports car carry Serena away into the distance.
Her eyes widened in shock.
That was... a limited-edition Lamborghini!
How could Serena possibly know someone who could afford a car like that?
She had arrived a little too late and hadn't dared to get too close. She had only caught a glimpse of a man in a fluorescent green leather jacket getting into the car. She couldn't see his face, only that it was a man.
Whose car was that?
And what was his relationship with Serena?
***
Obsidian Palace, Room 6103.
A man in a dark shirt, with several buttons undone to reveal a muscular chest, stared grimly at his phone.
"Adrian, looks like you're losing your touch. Your little puppy actually dared to hang up on you. That's a first."
"Seems like you really pissed her off
this time, Adrian. Usually, one call from you and she'd come running, rain or shine, event if she was out of town."
"Adrian, your dog-training skills... they've gotten a bit rusty. Since you
couldn't get your little puppy come, you have to finish this bottle!"
Inside the private room, several young heirs were casually teasing the man sitting in the center of the sofa.
Adrian clenched his phone tightly, his handsome, chiseled features turning cold and grim.
He tossed the phone aside, his expression dark as he snorted with contempt. "She's
just a dog. I don't care if she comes or not.”
Did she really think he was desperate for her to pick him up?
Did she really think he cared for those disgusting medicinal soups she made?
His tone was dismissive.
But his tightly clenched fists betrayed his true, frustrated mood.