Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 359

The word "imposter" was like a sharp needle, stabbing violently into Isabella’s ears, into her heart…

Her face went deathly pale, and her whole body trembled with rage. "You… you dare!"

Serena raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I?"

"So what if I'm a fake?" Isabella stared at Serena's provocative expression, and the last thread of her sanity snapped. "Even if I'm a fake, I'm more useful than you! I'm a hundred times better than you!"

"I got into D-University, the most prestigious school in all of Elyndor, with perfect scores! I'm about to become a student of Mr. Harrison!"

"My designs have been featured in top magazines! My piano playing has won countless awards! The trophies I've won could fill an entire room!"

"But you? You're just a country hick, a dropout who didn't even finish high school! What do you know? What do you know? How to farm? Or how to do manual labor in the dirt?"

"What can you do besides seduce men?"

"Do you know anything about art? Do you know anything about high society etiquette?"

"Let me tell you, even if you wear that top-tier custom gown Nicholas gave you to Brianna's coming-of-age ceremony tomorrow, you won't be able to hide the hick in your bones! A hick is a hick, and at tomorrow's banquet, I'll still make you the laughingstock of everyone there!"

Her words tumbled out in a hysterical torrent as she flaunted the achievements she was so proud of.

She wanted to use her past glories to slap Serena in the face, to make her understand the gap between them!

It was as if only by doing this could she reclaim a shred of her pathetic pride in front of Serena.

But Serena remained utterly unmoved, her eyes lazily half-closed, her expression weary and calm.

Occasionally, the corners of her eyes would lift slightly to give Isabella's hysterical form a lazy glance.

Before Isabella could even react, the crystal vase was in Serena's hand.

Serena casually placed the vase back on the stand, her voice chilling. "Mom carefully picked that vase for me. You think you can smash it?"

The words, sounding as if they had escaped from the depths of hell, had barely faded.

Serena's other hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Isabella's hair and yanking it hard.

Isabella let out a pained scream.

The sound of the slap split the air with a lethal sharpness, sending Isabella’s head snapping to the side. Still holding her hair, she kicked Isabella's feet out from under her, stomping her down to the floor.

"You… bitch! You dare treat me like this! I'm going to tell Grandpa, Dad, Mom, and my brother! I'll let them see your true face!" Isabella's tears streamed down her face, her expression contorted in agony.