The brightly colored crowd of trust-fund punks snapped their heads up.
They saw the familiar supercar hurtling toward them like a streak of pink lightning.
"It's Anna's car!"
"Anna's here!"
The group of young men and women excitedly whistled at the incoming vehicle.
But as the pink supercar barreled straight toward them, it showed absolutely zero signs of slowing down.
"Anna! Are you crazy?"
"Jesus! Anna, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill us?"
Terrified by the suicidal speed, the crowd frantically scrambled backward.
But just as it practically brushed past one of them, the driver violently yanked the steering wheel.
Screech-
The tires let out an agonizing squeal against the pavement.
The car executed a breathtaking, flawless drift.
The chassis slid sideways, missing the last person by a fraction of an inch, and came to a dead stop right in front of the crowd.
The distance was razor-thin.
The entire venue plunged into dead silence.
A split second later, the crowd erupted into ecstatic, adrenaline-fueled screams.
"Holy shit! That was insane!"
"When did Anna get so good behind the wheel?!"
"Has she been practicing in secret? She better put on a hell of a show on the track tonight!"
The car door swung open.
The punks surged forward, eager to peek inside and see if Anna had brought their new toy.
But the first thing they saw was a long, slender leg stepping out, clad in crisp white sneakers.
The leg was remarkably long and perfectly proportioned.
And it clearly did not belong to Anna.
Following closely behind, a stunning Eastern girl stepped out of the vehicle, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and slacks, her dark hair pulled back into a messy high ponytail.
She wore absolutely no makeup, yet beneath the harsh stadium
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She possessed an icy allure, laced with an untamed, defiant wildness.
It instantly eclipsed every heavily contoured face in the crowd.
The chaotic chatter abruptly died in the punks' throats.
They stared, utterly spellbound by Serena's captivating beauty.
"Who... who is that?"
"Isn't this Anna's car?"
"Wow... she's stunning! Way prettier than Anna and Isabella!"
"She's gorgeous, and look at that presence!"
"Where's Anna? Where'd she go?"
"Hey beautiful, who are you? Why are you driving Anna's car?"
Serena leaned against the car, her gaze sweeping lazily over the gathering crowd with a half-smile.
She curled her lips, her voice cool and clear. "I'm guessing I'm the 'toy' you've been waiting for."
Everyone was instantly stunned.
They all took another long, hard look at the striking, magnetic woman before them.
Under the floodlights, her ponytail shifted in the breeze, the
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She casually rested one hand on the roof of supercar, her relaxed
gaze in the distant racer nee
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There was an icy, untouchable distance in her calm eyes that commanded immediate respect.
This wasn't some timid country bumpkin.
Nor was she a terrified hillbilly shaking in her boots.
A toy?
"Is Anna blind? She called her a hillbilly?"
"With that kind of presence and face, you're telling me she's a country girl?"
"With those looks... she blows Hollywood actresses out of the water!"
The crowd who had been waiting for a punchline was now staring at Serena, completely mesmerized.
A few bold guys were even gearing up to approach her and strike up a conversation.
Serena ignored their stunned gazes and the people attempting to inch closer.