Serena raised an eyebrow, her slender, bright eyes shimmering at the corners. She scoffed, "Try me."
Even through the helmet, Hailey could clearly feel the other woman's disdain and mockery.
Hailey gritted her teeth. "Fine, let's see what you've got! Do you really think some biker trash like you can just steal a famous motorcycle and put on a show here? You won't even take off your helmet. I bet you're too afraid to show your face!"
She looked at Adrian, whose face was contorted in pain, her expression full of distress as she clenched her jaw. "You impersonate Adrian's idol and then you hit him? You're completely out of line!"
Adrian's eyes widened in shock. He could barely stand, leaning on Hailey for support.
"Impersonate..."
He pursed his lips, muttering the word under his breath.
"Everyone knows your idol is a female racer, Adrian! She deliberately got a replica bike and showed up in front of you. Isn't it obvious she's just trying to get your attention?" The more Hailey spoke, the more convinced she became.
The racer had been retired for four years; her best years were behind her.
How could she possibly reappear now?
At the end of the day, these female racers were all experts at seducing men, one more skilled than the next!
Hailey bit her lip, her glare toward Serena growing colder.
How dare some low-class trash try to steal her man?!
Hailey glanced to the side and saw Adrian's entire crew running over.
An idea flashed in her eyes, and she immediately shouted, "Everyone, take off her helmet! If she dares to impersonate Adrian's idol, she shouldn't be afraid to show her face!"
Seeing Adrian's miserable state, the group of friends and followers all swarmed forward.
Their expressions were menacing.
The atmosphere instantly froze.
A dozen or so people had Serena and Brianna completely surrounded.
Beneath her helmet, Brianna's face paled slightly. She cautiously moved closer to Serena.
Though she was terrified, she puffed out her chest, putting on a fierce act and sneering at the crowd. "Who's impersonating anyone? Who's got a replica? You think everyone is like you, wearing knockoffs to pass yourself off as a socialite?"
After she spoke, she didn't even notice the look on Hailey's face change drastically at her words.
She secretly tugged on Serena's arm and whispered, "Serena, do you think I still have time to call my brother for backup?"
"No need to call anyone," Serena said, straightening up slightly, her expression calm and lazy. "We have backup."
She raised her hand and snapped her fingers—

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