Staring into those cold, indifferent eyes, Sylvia Lane felt a sudden stab in her heart.
She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred: "Serena Summers! You wait, I will never let you go!"
"Is that all you can say? I'm tired of hearing it even if you're not tired of saying it," Serena Summers rubbed her ears, her eyes full of disdain.
"Serena Summers!"
"Shut up! You're too noisy!"
Sylvia Lane was startled by Serena Summers' sudden reprimand, standing stunned in place.
"Sylvia Lane, this is the Lawrence Family's place, not a place for you to act wildly. You may have no shame, but the Shaw Family does, I advise you to behave yourself," Serena whispered warningly.
She coldly swept Sylvia Lane a glance, then turned and walked out of the hall.
In the courtyard of the Lawrence Family, there was a small lake, the breeze by the lake scattered the fragrance of flowers from the flower garden to this location.