"If it's a tribute," she smiled, her voice light and thoroughly nonchalant, "then don't bring out scrap paper to embarrass yourselves."
Bianca never expected her to continue belittling the Ghost Doctor even now. "What do you know? That is the Ghost Doctor's authentic handwriting!"
Serena curled her crimson lips and scoffed. "So what if it's authentic? Scrap paper written by them is still scrap paper."
"I really don't understand your hobby of treating trash like treasure."
Bianca watched her acting so high and mighty, listening to how her words provoked the crowd's fury.
She laughed inwardly, thinking Serena was a complete fool!
Outwardly, however, she put on a furious expression, raising her voice in accusation. "What nonsense are you spouting? How dare you question the Ghost Doctor time and time again! I want to see exactly who you are, daring to cause trouble at the Doyle family's venue and insult the Ghost Doctor!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand to rip off Serena's mask.
Yes, exactly.
Even now, Bianca had not given up on the idea of tearing off Serena's mask.
She just wanted to expose this pretender's true face.
Of course, Bianca's attempt was doomed to fail.
The moment she reached out.
A wine glass flew straight through the air, slamming into Bianca's arm.
Bianca cried out in pain.
The glass crashed to the floor.
It shattered into pieces.
Red wine splashed everywhere, a few drops staining Bianca's vibrant red dress and her diamond-encrusted heels.
Bianca's expression twisted. Her eyes turned bloodshot as she glared furiously at Nicholas—the man who had just thrown the glass.
"You dare lay a hand on me?"
Bianca was seething, her face flushed red as she gritted her teeth. "Security! Where is security?!"
But despite screaming several times.
The imposing security guards nearby merely glanced toward Serena.
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