NovelBookChapter 148 Zach said nothing.
Serena was in pain as his grip tightened. She frowned and yanked her hand free.
"Drunken fool. If you can't even understand what I'm saying, then just go home," she said coldly. Then, she looked around, searching for the so-called "low-profile" car Hugh had mentioned.
However, Zach refused to let it go.
"At this hour? Are you waiting for Hugh? You know damn well—" A loud beep sounded.
Serena couldn't be bothered to argue with him. As she pressed the key fob, a Cullinan on her right flashed its lights.
Her car was the smodel as Hugh's. However, his car was black, and hers was white.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe arched an eyebrow.
A Cullinan? Was this considered "low-profile"? Hugh clearly had a different definition of the word.
Without hesitation, she walked toward the white Cullinan, leaving Zach frozen in place.
With the Jansen Group's wealth, there was no way they would give a Cullinan to an unloved daughter.
Not even Foster Group would treat a Cullinan like a casual ride. Who would throw around money like that? So, was this car a gift from Hugh? Zach's expression turned grim.
Beside him, Wendy's eyes widened in shock.
That Cullinan was worth millions, yet Serena was going to drive it in her loungewear? The two of them stood frozen in shock.
Meanwhile, Serena had already adjusted her seat and stepped on the accelerator, heading straight for the villa in search of porcelain. To her, a car was just a means of transportation.
The taillights vanished into the underground garage. Only then did Wendy slowly cback to her senses.
"Zach, Serena's using a Cullinan as a casual ride. Do you think Mr. Larson actually likes her? It feels like... Serena isn't in the sleague as us anymore. Remember when we went window shopping for a car-" "Enough!" Zach pressed a hand to his aching forehead. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if Wendy's voice was simply grating on his nerves.
Shrugging off her attempt to support him, he staggered into the elevator, lost in thought.
For sreason, it felt as if Serena was drifting further and further out of reach. The girl who used to nestle in his arms, soft and dependent, was disappearing.
The thought struck his chest like a sharp blade, and the pain crashed over him like waves, stealing his breath.
Serena arrived at the villa late at night. Two maids were roused to greet her.
She waved a hand and said, "I'm just here to grab sporcelain. There's no need to prepare anything." "Understood." The maids, respectful and cautious, didn't follow her upstairs. Instead, they waited quietly at the base of the staircase.
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Serena entered the room and sifted through the porcelain pieces Amber had left behind. Eventually, she found the one Wynne needed. Carefully, she wrapped it up herself before sending Wynne a message.
"I'll bring it over in a bit. Sendthe address." Wynne replied quickly with an address and a location-sharing request. She
added, "It's too dangerous for you to calone this late at night. Il leave it on until you get here." "Got it," Serena replied with a smile.
She had already checked in with Wynne on her way here, and now she did so again before heading back.
Being cared for like this... it was oddly comforting.
Serena picked up the porcelain and left the room, switching off the lights before leaving.
A soft thud echoed through the second-floor hallway. It sounded like a shoe tanding on the floor and was almost inaudible. The sound sent a shiver racing up her spine, and cold sweat prickled at her temples.
Then, she quickly turned the lights back on.
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