Chapter 639
Isabella bit her lower lip, adopting the look of a long-suffering yet unyielding victim. “After all, to her… I’m just an outsider in this family. She thinks I stole Mom and Dad from her, and Grandpa and Grandma too, so she’s always hated me p>
“I… I was just worried that since it’s her first time abroad, she might get taken advantage of, or scammed p>
She fully played the part of someone who had been viciously bullied by Serena her entire time with the Lancaster family.
Edmund finally tore his gaze away, turning to find the red-eyed, thoroughly wronged Isabella.
He spoke in a comforting tone, “You don’t need to compare yourself to her, Ms. Isabella. The Master and Madam watched you grow up. Naturally, they will always side with you. Do not worry. No one can bully you here p>
“It is windy out here, Ms. Isabella. Let’s get in the car. Once we see the Master and Madam, I will give them an honest report of Ms. Serena’s conduct p>
Isabella put on a show of trying to make excuses for Serena.
But in the end, as if successfully persuaded by Edmund, she nodded obediently.
Once settled in the car.
She watched the foreign streets rolling by out the window, a cold smirk surfacing in her mind.
So what if Serena was Queen?
So what if she was heavily favored by the Lancaster family?
To their grandparents, Serena was absolutely nothing!
A vicious thought even began to blossom in Isabella’s mind-if Serena ended up getting hurt all alone in this foreign country, that would just be too perfect!
Meanwhile, the blue Bugatti Veyron was weaving through the city’s streets.
In the passenger seat, another sunglasses-clad bodyguard handed back a sleek case, speaking with absolute reverence. “Boss Demon, Boss Black Jack has everything ready on his end. We are currently en route to the underground auction house p>
Serena took the case.
The privacy partition glided up, completely separating the front and rear cabins.
She snapped the case open. Inside lay an exquisite gown, a silver mask, and a formal invitation to the underground auction house.
Tucked to the side was a small card covered in hand-drawn hearts and blown kisses.
One look at the handwriting confirmed it was from Black Jack.
Serena tucked the card away, closed the case, and shut her eyes to rest.
As the city lights flickered through
of
the window, the harsh interplay shadows cast her striking, breathtaking features in sharp refer-one half fiercely radiant, the other chillingly dark.
The United Realmon States Underground Auction House.
This was the nation’s most exclusive den of indulgence, boasting airtight security. Every single guard was either a retired special forces operative or an elite mercenary.
Anyone crossing its threshold was a prominent figure ranking high on the global stage.
A hyper-luxury Bugatti glided to a halt in front of the entrance.
A woman stepped out.
She wore a sleek black mermaid gown that perfectly traced her stunning curves, her long raven hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders.
A silver mask concealed the upper half of her face, leaving only a pair of piercing, icy eyes and a delicate jawline visible.
Even without seeing her full features, one could easily tell that beneath the mask lay an absolutely bewitching face.
Her slender, luminous fingers gripped a card embossed with an eerie scorpion totem, flicking it nonchalantly.
The moment the auction house guards caught sight of the card, they lowered their
heads in deep respect and cleared a path for her.
A short distance away at the VIP entrance.
A man dressed in a ruby-red suit and wearing a red feathered mask, exuding an aura of dominant,
untouchable nobility, sudden
halted He lifted his gaze toward the main entrance.
He only managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of her breathtaking silhouette.
His dark, predatory eyes narrowed slightly.
“Rex, what are you looking at?” asked the man beside him, who radiated an equally commanding presence from behind a black mask.