Half an hour later, the car came to a steady halt at the entrance of The Pit.
Serena Everett stepped out from the car, her long, straight, pale legs catching the eye. Her exquisite and beautiful face was full of coldness, inexplicably instilling fear in others. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn N0velFire.ɴet
She had just reached the entrance when she was stopped by the security guard.
"Hey, little girl, this is not the place for you."
"Yeah, yeah, little girl, leave quickly, this is not a nice place..."
Before the security could finish his words, they were interrupted by a greasy, lewd male voice.
"Shut up, all of you. Who told you to chase her away? Little beauty, you want to go in, don’t you? I can take you inside!"
Saying this, the man with a face full of fat tried to reach out and grab Serena’s arm, his leering gaze was revolting.
But before his hand could touch Serena, she dodged it.
The girl’s expression turned even colder, her tone full of impatience, "Scram."
She was stunning but genuinely intimidating!
Harvey Summers couldn’t help but shudder but quickly realized he would lose face. If word got out that he, a proud Young Master of the Summers Family, was scared by a woman, it would be humiliating!
He forced down his fear, putting on an arrogant attitude, "You shameless bitch, let me tell you, whether you like it or not, you’re going with me today!"
With those words, Harvey Summers reached out again to grab Serena’s arm. Her patience had reached its limit. She frowned, her delicate porcelain-white face full of rage, and she viciously kicked at his knee.
Harvey Summers let out a miserable cry, feeling as if his kneecap had been shattered by her kick. His legs buckled, and with a "thud," he knelt before Serena.
"How dare you hit me?!"
Harvey, in agony, bared his teeth, and only then did the security react, quickly rushing over to support him.
"You lousy wench, do you know who my father is?!"
The Summers Family, once profiting from shady dealings, thrived in the grey areas, and The Pit was one of their enterprises.
"Let me tell you, my father is Victor Summers! If you kneel down and beg for mercy right now, I might consider sparing your life on account of that face..."
Tsk, an old acquaintance.
Serena clicked her tongue lightly, looking at Harvey with even more disdain. How did Victor Summers end up with such a foolish son?
Seeing Serena’s disregard for him, Harvey’s anger flared even more. In the past, when he mentioned his father’s name, people would be scared stiff on the spot.
But this woman remained unfazed!
Serena couldn’t be bothered to waste more time on him, striding inside with her long, straight legs, not sparing him a glance.
Summer Miller had already been thrown into The Pit for nearly an hour. This place was not ideal, and she needed to get her out quickly.
How dare she ignore him like that?!
Harvey Summers, having never been treated this way before, furiously shouted, "Stop her!!!"
"Yes, Young Master Summers."
The security guards rushed forward to block Serena’s path, but upon meeting her ice-cold gaze, they felt a chill down their spines and a sense of fear surged in their hearts.
Their previously fierce voices softened instinctively, each of them cowed.
"Our Pit has rules, without an exclusive invitation, no one can enter, so we can’t let you in..."
"Yes, yes, that’s the rule of The Pit, please don’t make it hard for us!"
Seeing these security guards so cowardly in front of Serena, Harvey Summers was nearly rendered speechless with anger, gritting his teeth.
"Why are you wasting so much breath on her?! She definitely doesn’t have an invitation, hurry and get her out!"
Serena squinted her eyes slightly, then flipped out a gilded invitation from her bag, tossing it at them with a nonchalant tone.
Upon seeing the gilded invitation, the security guards widened their eyes in disbelief.
This invitation represented the most esteemed guests, who must be treated as honored guests, not to be neglected.
Only three of such invitations were issued.
One was given to Master Damian of the powerful Quinn Family, another to Elliot Everett, the wealthiest man in Imperia, from the Everett Family.
The owner of the third one was unknown, extremely mysterious.
Yet now, this gilded invitation was in the hand of a young girl, how could they not be surprised?
"Young Master Summers, this gilded invitation is real!"
The security guards confirmed repeatedly, finally trembling as they reported to Harvey Summers.
"Young Master Summers, the invitation is real; by the rules, she is today’s most honored guest at The Pit, we must let her in..."
Hearing these words, Harvey’s face turned sour immediately, clearly not expecting Serena to have such an invitation.
His father always warned him never to offend anyone with such a gilded invitation!
But he had always been domineering and had never faced such humiliation. He couldn’t swallow this indignation!
Harvey’s eyes darted, she seemed only 18, a few years younger than him, surely impossible to be the true owner of the third gilded invitation. The other two were with Master Damian and Young Master Everett.
So, that gilded invitation in her hand must have been stolen!
With this thought, Harvey was instantly unafraid, his eyes flickering with malice, he declared, "Let her in!"
On his turf, let’s see how he deals with this wench!
"Yes, Young Master Summers."
The security’s attitude toward Serena became even more respectful.
"Miss, please come in."
Serena didn’t say much, striding inside, while Harvey sinisterly followed in.
The Pit was in chaos, the more violent the scene, the more excited the audience beneath the stage became.
The manager, upon hearing a guest with a gilded invitation had arrived, hurried over to personally greet her. Seeing Serena, he was momentarily stunned.
Was this the big shot with the gilded invitation? She just looked like a young girl!
"I’m here today to find someone."
Serena’s cold and striking voice sounded, and the manager immediately returned to his senses, fawningly, "Of course, who are you looking for?"
Serena: "Summer Miller."
"Summer Miller?" The manager mumbled, then suddenly remembered, "She’s already been put in the ring..."
The rest of the manager’s words faltered under Serena’s ice-cold gaze, his body involuntarily shivering.
How could such a young girl be so terrifying?!