The surroundings fell into an absolute, stunned silence.
Everyone stared at Serena, pure shock bleeding into their eyes.
This breathtakingly gorgeous Eastern woman was completely badass!
Was this the legendary martial arts from Elyndor?
Inside the pink supercar.
Douglas narrowed his dark eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the girl's cool, unbothered
eyes.
Suddenly, a low, rumbling laugh escaped him.
He pulled a cigarette from its pack, resting it between his lips.
The smirk on his mouth deepened.
She was wild.
And she had the skills to back it up.
With that level of arrogance and sheer physical dominance, no one would believe
she hadn't run with the underworld.
Anna was paralyzed with terror. She turned her wide eyes to Isabella.
Isabella had never told her.
That Serena was such a lethal fighter?!
Isabella's face had gone pale as well. She had no idea where Serena picked up those kinds of skills.
That was a whole group of guys.
And she had tossed them aside like they were absolutely nothing!
Isabella's voice trembled slightly, but she desperately clung to her gentle persona. "Serena... how could you just hit people like that? These are Anna's friends. You can't bring that street-brawler behavior from the countryside out here. You're completely humiliating Anna in front of her friends."
Recovering from her shock, Anna was instantly furious, glaring at Serena. "Serena, you dared to lay a hand on my people!"
Serena arched an eyebrow, her red lips curving into a mocking smirk. She shot Anna a sidelong glance, her voice icy and arrogant. "I could drop you next. Want to find out?"
That single look sent a sudden, paralyzing chill down Anna's spine.
All the words died in her throat; she couldn't make a single sound.
Vroom-vroom vroom!
Suddenly, an aggressive roar of an engine tore through the air.
A heavily modified, matte-black off-road vehicle brutally plowed through the crowd.
It slammed on the brakes.
Screeching to a halt right in front of Anna and Serena.
A massive, heavily tattooed local guy hopped out of the driver's seat.
From the back of the SUV, a squad of rough-looking thugs piled out behind him.
They exuded an overwhelming aura of intimidation.
"What's going on here? Who's got the balls to start trouble on my turf?" He swaggered arrogantly over to Anna.
"Augus!"
At the sight of the man, relief washed over Anna's face, instantly followed by an exaggerated look of victimhood. "It's her! Augus, she stole my car, and then she beat up my friends!"
Hearing this, the man's expression darkened menacingly.
He was the reigning king of this track, and one of Anna's most obsessive admirers— essentially, a dedicated lapdog.
He narrowed his eyes, dragging his gaze up and down Serena's body.
Though he was momentarily staggered by her beauty.
The power of the Vinton family backing Anna was infinitely more appealing.
His expression hardened, his eyes turning predatory as he pointed a finger directly
at Serena. "You dare lay a hand on my people, on my turf? You're a pretty thing, but it's a shame you're brainless."
He scoffed, jerking his chin toward the track with arrogant superiority. "Since you're here, we play by the rules of the track. Get in the car We do one lap. If you manage to choke on my exhaust without pissing your pants, I'll let you off this one time." Cóntent
"Race?" Now that she had her backup, Anna's confidence came flooding back. She grabbed Augus's arm and laughed. "Augus, she's a hillbilly She doesn't even have a driver's license, let alone know how to race. She probably can't even tell the gas pedal from the brake." .net Augus sneered, his eyes filled with contempt. "If you don't know how to drive, what the hell are you doing acting tough? Loser! If you're not going to race get the hell out of here
before you ruin my night!