Chapter 850 Nine-Tailed Fox

"You..."

Serena was again infuriated to the point her chest was violently heaving.

The other party dared to say that she didn't even qualify to be his target?

How arrogant!

She was a world-renowned fashion designer. Even those internationally renowned celebrities wouldn't dare to be so arrogant before her.

Who did this guy think he was? A big shot who could make the whole country tremble just by stamping his foot?

"Hmph! I can't be bothered to stoop down to your level. Let's see what tricks you can pull off."

Serena crossed her arms over her chest, coldly staring at Michael. She was certain that he was bound to make a fool of himself next, so she didn't feel the need to argue anymore.

Arguing with people like this was simply degrading.

Watching Michael take something from Yulia's hands, Serena and the others had a hint of doubt in their eyes.

What Yulia brought were several calligraphy brushes and oil paint.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"