Chapter 855

That meant she was just a nobody from an insignificant background.

With that thought, Bianca Doyle’s gaze grew even more brazen. “Wearing that mask so tightly… not letting anyone catch even a glimpse of what’s underneath p>

She covered her mouth, letting out a tinkling laugh in a joking tone. “Could it be that you’re too afraid to show your face? Is that why you’re bundled up so securely p>

The debutantes behind her immediately caught on and laughed along. “Bianca, think about it. There are so many botched plastic surgeries these days. Covering it up is just her way of being considerate to everyone’s eyes p>

“Some people think slapping on a mask makes them a high-society heiress. Who knows what kind of hideous face is hiding underneath p>

“Oh, let’s not be too harsh. It’s not easy for her. She finally managed to sneak into a high-end gala like this; we should leave her a shred of dignity p>

Their words were incredibly vicious.

One by one, they insinuated that Serena was either ugly or a walking surgical disaster.

The surrounding guests cast curious glances their way, and many even started pointing fingers at Serena.

Nicholas Blackwood’s gaze instantly turned frigid. Even concealed behind a mask, his oppressive aura remained terrifying.

His eyes narrowed.

Just as he was about to step forward.

Serena gently squeezed his palm, signaling him not to act rashly.

The other party was the daughter of the Doyle family.

She was only here to retrieve the Astral Titanium for the institute.

They had agreed to keep a low profile.

Naturally, she needed to play the part.

Serena slowly lifted her eyelids, her clear, tranquil eyes resting lightly on Bianca.

Those serene eyes were like a freezing abyss.

Just one casual glance.

It made Bianca feel as if she had been plunged into an icy vault, the chill piercing her to the bone.

“Excuse me, step aside,” Serena said politely, using proper etiquette.

Only, her tone carried a lazy, impatient drawl.

Bianca froze for a moment.

She hadn’t expected this seemingly low-class woman to face her and her inner circle’s mockery without a single ounce of shame or

embarrassment.

And she dared to speak to her with that kind of attitude?

Bianca scoffed in disbelief. “You’re telling me to step aside? Do you know who I am p>

Serena lazily lifted her gaze, giving

her

ssing glance before casually

looking away. “Arent you just a

walking red flag p>

“A… a walking red flag?” Bianca hadn’t quite processed what that meant.

Serena, ever so polite, patiently explained. “Dressed head-to-toe in crimson. Don’t

you look exactly like a giant red flag p>

“You!” Bianca’s face turned a sickly shade of green.

The debutantes beside her immediately started clamoring. “Which family are you even from? you have any manners? This is Bianca Doyle, the daughter of the family hosting this auction. Watch your mouth p>

ygir

“You’re just a monster hiding your face. What right do you have to insult Bianca p>

“If you have the guts, take off your mask and let us see what kind of trash you really are p>

“Too scared? Got something to hide? Freak p>

Serena looked at these clowns jumping up and down, feeling nothing but a wave of exhaustion.

She really wanted to keep a low profile.

And she was already trying her best to be polite.

But why did she run into these brainless, mannerless idiots everywhere she went?