Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 165

Tucking the fluorescent green helmet under one arm, Brian leaned against his equally flashy custom motorcycle, giving Adrian a lazy, sidelong glance.

He sized Adrian up with a critical eye.

"Well, well, Mr. Cole. Looks like my friend went easy on you earlier. I'm surprised you still have the strength to crawl your way onto the track for a race?"

He had never liked Adrian.

As far as Brian was concerned, Adrian was the sole reason Serena had withdrawn from their social circle for four long years!

He truly couldn't see what was so great about the guy.

Yet Serena had chased after Adrian for four years!

And that scumbag…

He hadn't known how to appreciate her, treating her like some pathetic fan who would do anything for him!

If it weren't for Serena, their group would have torn the Cole family to shreds years ago!

Now that Serena couldn't care less about him,

Brian didn't have to pretend to be nice to Adrian either.

At Brian's words, the color drained from Adrian's face.

He was instantly reminded of the humiliation of being kicked to the ground in public by that woman on the Ghost.

Normally, he would have felt confident and radiant on a racetrack like this.

But now… he felt as if everyone was pointing at him, laughing at him.

His expression darkened, and his chiseled features became hard as stone.

"Mr. Foster, you seem to have… a great deal of hostility toward me?"

Brian scoffed. "Hostility? You're not even worth the effort."

The arrogance and disdain in his tone were as if he were addressing a bug he could crush without a second thought.

It was a direct hit to Adrian's fragile ego.

He clapped his hands together, a cold, arrogant sneer on his face. "What the hell are you? Who do you think you are to talk about my sister like that?"

"The Cole family isn't 'not on the same level' as the Fosters. You're not even qualified to be compared."

"Even your old man has to bow and scrape in front of me. Don't take yourself so seriously, you idiot!"

The arrogant words were like needles, stabbing viciously at Adrian's pride.

His handsome face twisted into an ugly mask.

His eyes were dark with malice as he glared at Brian's retreating back.

Fury churned within him.

Brian was only able to act so high and mighty because of the family he was born into!

Without the Fosters, what was he?

Adrian clutched his swelling cheek, his fingers tightening into a fist, one by one.