Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190

That kind of abrupt interruption was seriously rude.

The moment the VIPs saw the invitation in Melvin’s hand, their attitudes did a quick flip.

Though their eyes gleamed with barely hidden contempt, out of respect for the Brown family, they just gave him a chilly nod and a half–hearted “mm.”

Not a single one of them slowed down for him.

They simply sidestepped Melvin and strode straight into the estate.

One after another, no matter how much Melvin forced a smile or tried to chat them up, all he got was the cold shoulder.

He was met with nothing but the most perfunctory responses.

Some folks didn’t even acknowledge his outstretched hand, acting like he didn’t exist.

Melvin’s expression grew more and more sour.

Hazel followed behind, her face twisted with anger and anxiety–she was absolutely mortified. Under her breath, she cursed, “Bunch of arrogant snobs!

“Just wait–once Jessica lands herself a spot among the elite and the Fairbanks rise again, let’s see who has the guts to look down on us. When that day comes, they’ll be begging and groveling at our feet.”

Melvin was boiling with frustration, his face growing darker by the second.

Lawrence felt like he wanted to crawl under a rock–his cheeks were burning with shame, the embarrassment nearly making his head spin.

He, the proud son of the Fairbanks, had never ended up this humiliated before.

“Dad, can you just stop embarrassing us already? Those so–called big shots walk around like they own the place. There’s no way they’d ever give us the time of day!” Lawrence complained, his annoyance written all over his face.

Even with a golden ticket from the Brown family and a seat at this VIP event, the Fairbanks were still just the Fairbanks–teetering on the edge of bankruptcy.

The Fairbanks were still just the Fairbanks–hanging by a thread, broke and desperate.

All those top–tier families couldn’t care less; to them, the Fairbanks might as well be invisible.

Honestly, they were just setting themselves up for pure humiliation.

Melvin was already fuming, and hearing Lawrence complain just made him even more pissed. He shot his son a hard, angry glare, his frustration practically boiling over.

Xavier quickly cut in, “Dad, let’s just go inside. If we keep loitering out front, everyone’s gonna think we’re just here hoping for a free invite. Once we’re in, we might actually get somewhere.”

Melvin sucked in a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. “Alright, let’s go in!”

The group was just about to step into the estate when suddenly, a blast of engine thunder exploded across the

air.

A red supercar roared in, tearing through the air like lightning.

It was moving so fast, it looked like it might just take off and fly.

Everyone’s eyes were instantly drawn to it.

That speed was downright insane.

‘Could that car even brake in time?‘ someone wondered.

In just an instant, that red supercar blasted toward the estate’s driveway–all eyes glued to the scene in horror.

Even as it hurtled closer to the front gates, there wasn’t so much as a hint of slowing down.

It looked like it was about to smash right into the crowd gathered at the entrance.

Tires screeched against the pavement, the sound echoing loud.

The red supercar whipped into a breathtaking arc, pulling off a flawless, jaw–dropping drift.

With perfect precision, it slid to a stop right behind a VIP car, not even a foot away.

The whole move was smooth, bold, and seriously badass.

Even with all these powerful and famous folks from every corner of the country gathered around, everyone was floored by that crazy stunt.

People couldn’t help but let out stunned gasps at the sheer thrill of it.

“Damn! Did you see that driving? That was sick–totally legendary!” Lawrence, who was used to hanging with the racing crowd, had never witnessed such a savage maneuver.

He instantly shouted out, unable to contain his pure excitement.

His eyes practically burned holes into the red supercar, desperate to figure out who in this crowd of elite families could possibly handle a car like that and who the hell was behind that wheel.

The car door swung upward like a pair of wings, making everyone hold their breath.

The first thing to catch everyone’s eye was a pair of long legs in crisp white sneakers.

Above those, black pants hugged her legs perfectly, adding to her cool vibe.

Спартет

Then her face appeared–bare–faced and vibrant, the kind of stunning beauty that didn’t need a single touch of makeup.

She wore a simple white top and black pants, her long hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, with a few stray strands brushing against her cheek.

She had this icy, untouchable aura–like she was leagues above it all, even though any other person would’ve stuck out in a place crawling with luxury and power.

But the second she stepped up, it was as if the whole scene bent around her.

She fit right in, without missing a beat.

It was like even dressed in a burlap sack, she would still blow everyone away–making the entire crowd fade into the background effortlessly.

“Sienna?” The Fairbanks family stared, eyes wide as they finally realized who she was–completely stunned by the icy, untouchable girl before them.

They were totally floored.

“What’s she doing here?” Hazel’s brows knitted the moment she spotted Sienna, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t tell me she heard we were coming to the Brown family’s debutante party and thought she could just crash it, mooching off our invitation?

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify