It was a humiliating sight.
The two socialites' elders were quickly tossed out as well.
Furious, the two elders dragged their daughters away.
Hailey heard their screams and pleas for mercy, and she trembled in fear, her face
pale.
"That damn girl really just stood by and watched us get thrown out by the
Blackwoods! She didn't even say a word to help us! So ungrateful!" Marianne scrambled up from the ground, patting down her gown while spitting contemptuously
in the direction of the Blackwood estate.
"She was just showing off that she could play the piano well to get Old Mr. Blackwood's attention, and then she used that to get him to kick us out! You really expected her to speak up for us?" Logan felt utterly humiliated. He gritted his teeth, cursing Serena a thousand times over in his mind.
Patrick's face was ashen. He snapped in a low voice, "Enough! Both of you, shut up! Isn't this embarrassing enough?"
His expression was complicated. He glanced at the still-shaken Hailey, his eyes darkening.
"Let's go home!"
He turned and strode toward the parking area.
Seeing the look in Patrick's eyes, Hailey felt a pang of panic.
Was her father... disappointed in her?
But what could she have done?
Even the Blackwood family's own daughter and Isabella had been brought to their knees by Serena...
Forced to apologize on stage and then crawl out of the estate on their knees.
What could she, someone who had only gotten in because of Isabella, possibly do?
That Serena...
How could she be so lucky every single time?
Every time something was supposed to humiliate her, she always managed to turn it around and come out on top.
Wasn't Serena just some country girl raised by her grandmother in a village?
How did she have so many incredible skills?
First, it was car racing, and now it was the piano.
What was next? Was she going to come out and steal her title as a genius jewelry designer too?
That Serena... why was she so infuriating!
Why was she so damn lucky!
Why did she always manage to humiliate her and put her in an impossible position!
"Hailey, this isn't your fault." Seeing her precious daughter's pale face, Marianne rushed over and took her hand "You did great. It's all that little bitch's fault! She just uses that pretty face of hers to get by in high society. So what if she can play the piano? It doesn't change the fact that she's trash from the slums!"
Hailey's eyes filled with tears. "Mom..."
Marianne patted her shoulder. "What are you crying for? If anyone should be crying, it's that little bitch! You just wait. After flaunting herself and seducing men at an event like this* by tomorrow, the whole town will be talking about her being a
им
homewrecker!"
Hailey's eyes were red, and she was about to say something.
Her phone suddenly rang.
She took it out and saw it was Adrian, who had been impossible to reach for days!
Ever since the racing accident...
Adrian had lost a hundred million dollars and had the nerve to try and push fifty million of that debt onto her.
After that, he stopped answering her calls and disappeared.
It was as if he was trying to cut her off completely.
Why was he calling her now?