Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 260

The guards not only ignored Marianne completely but even smiled fawningly at Serena, bowing and scraping. "Miss Lancaster, is there anything we can help you with?"

The attitude was a complete reversal from the cold indifference they had shown when blocking the Wynn family from entering the Obsidian Palace.

"S-Serena!"

Logan looked at the miserable state of his mother and sister, then at Serena's defiant posture.

His hot temper flared, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

Serena had gone too far!

She even dared to hit their mother!

Even if Serena wasn't part of the Wynn family anymore, she had called Marianne 'Mom' for twenty years.

How could she bring herself to do that?

It was monstrous!

"What the hell is with this tough-girl act? Trying to look all cool and badass?! You think this is going to make us respect you?"

"I don't hit women, but today, I'm going to teach you a goddamn lesson!"

Furious, Logan clenched his fists and rushed forward.

"Well, well. I'd like to see who dares to lay a hand on her."

Suddenly, a drawling voice, laced with a hint of coldness, cut through the air.

A large group was striding out of the Obsidian Palace's main entrance.

Leading them was Brian, flamboyant and unrestrained with his wild hair color and a fluorescent green outfit.

Beside him stood the enchanting Chloe in a fiery red dress.

Behind them followed four other young men and women, equally well-dressed and radiating an incredibly powerful presence.

As the six of them approached, an invisible pressure descended, nearly suffocating the members of the Wynn family.

Logan froze mid-stride, staring dumbfounded at the group before him.

These… these were the heirs of Vaelion City’s top families!

This was a circle he could spend his entire life trying to enter and still fail!

Patrick's smile froze on his face, his expression faltering. "M-Mr. Foster…"

*THUD!*

Brian lifted his foot and kicked Logan square in the chest.

Logan let out a cry, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he collapsed to the ground in a pathetic heap, coughing violently.

At that moment, Patrick started to piece things together. A phrase echoed in his mind, the one the group of heirs had said as they walked out—

"I'd like to see who dares to lay a hand on her."

Her?

Were they referring to… Serena?!

Was Mr. Foster standing up for Serena?

He had just started to process this when Marianne, seeing the group of elites she could normally only dream of looking at, started wailing and playing the victim. "Mr. Foster, why did you hit my son! The one you should be hitting is that little bitch!"

"Look at me, look at my daughter… That little bitch is causing trouble on your property, beating up guests of the Obsidian Palace like this! Isn't that a direct insult to you…"