Chapter 901

Isabella Lancaster’s expression froze for a second before she regained her gentle smile.

She knew what happened to the Doyle family last night.

She and Bianca Doyle had never gotten along.

But right now p>

She didn’t dare clash with Bianca head-on.

She simply smiled gracefully and nodded at Bianca.

Bianca shot her a cold glare and scoffed, ignoring her entirely.

She couldn’t stand Isabella’s fake demeanor.

Who was she trying to fool?

Bianca turned to leave, surrounded by her entourage of followers, her designer

heels clicking sharply on the pavement.

Suddenly, a loud, obnoxious sputtering sound filled the air.

The noise was impossible to ignore.

Everyone’s attention was immediately drawn to it.

A beat-up black scooter wobbled into view.

The vehicle was entirely unremarkable.

But the rider was impossible to overlook.

The rider parked the scooter right next to two luxury sports cars.

She wore the standard Marington College uniform with a canvas messenger bag slung across her shoulder. Her long, waterfall-like hair was tied back in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy.

Her long legs easily reached the ground to support the scooter.

Looking up at the Marington College entrance sign, she took off her helmet.

Her face p>

It was absolutely stunning.

Her luminous skin and radiant complexion were breathtaking. Even without a drop of makeup, her striking features commanded attention.

But it was her eyes—cool, deep, and unreadable—that truly captivated.

Despite riding a cheap scooter and wearing a plain uniform.

The moment she stood there.

Her effortlessly cool and relaxed aura instantly made the heavily made-up, designer-

clad Isabella and Bianca look like cheap imitations.

“Wow… who is that? She’s gorgeous p>

“Do we really have someone this pretty at our school p>

“She’s beautiful, and she has such an incredible presence p>

“Which department is she from? How come I’ve never seen her before p>

“She’s wearing our uniform, so she must be a student here. Since when did Marington have someone like

her? If people knew she would have

been crowned Campus Queen a

long time ago p>

“Compared to her, those girls with the sports cars look so basic p>

The crowd erupted in excited whispers.

Bianca’s face turned livid. Following the crowd’s gaze, she glared in that direction.

She was already in a foul mood.

Hearing a bunch of students compare her, a Doyle heiress, to some broke girl?

And saying she couldn’t even compete with her p>

A vicious surge of anger boiled in her chest.

Why should some broke girl on a trashy scooter be compared to her?

And yet p>

When Bianca’s gaze landed on the girl’s strikingly beautiful face, her pupils trembled uncontrollably.

She didn’t know why.

But seeing the girl’s careless, indifferent posture p>

Her mind instantly flashed back to last night… the woman in the angel mask at the auction.

That woman had the exact same look in her eyes, the exact same careless energy.

It was as if she didn’t care about anyone.

Like she was looking at ants.

That infuriating superiority felt exactly the same!

Her eyes turned ice-cold. “Where did this country bumpkin come from p>

She shot a look at her entourage.

Her followers immediately rushed forward and blocked the path of the scooter.

One of them sneered, “Where did

young

from? You think

can enter of junk”

Marington on that opet

get

Serena rested one hand on the handlebar, her foot planted on t ground, d, and castelazy, sidelong glance at Bianca.

She let out a soft scoff.

Bianca truly never learned her lesson.

She just couldn’t stop causing trouble.

Given what happened last night, the Doyle family should have disciplined her severely.