Diana held the helmet, her gaze landing on the man's face in front of her, and she gave a faint smile.
"Your turn to start."
"Sure, let me..."
The man smirked as he got closer to her, reaching his hands towards her chest.
"Ah!!"
A cry of pain echoed as the man stood in place, bending over with his face of lewdness contorted in agony.
He clutched his groin, his face turning white, legs trembling, and then he collapsed onto the ground.
"Ah... you damn woman! My... my dick..."
The man on the ground gasped for air, groaning incessantly from the pain.
Diana delivered another kick, this time connecting with the man's head.
A muffled groan resonated.
The person on the ground was motionless.
Diana didn't spare a glance at the trash on the ground.
She placed her foot on the man's head, her gaze sweeping across the big, rugged men with various expressions in front of her. In a cold voice, s
Bale was forced to take a step back by her agile move, successfully dodging her strike. The crowd, who had been ready to cheer, froze in their tracks. Even the stubbled guy's expression soured. Had his eyes deceived him? Did Bale just get pushed back by that woman?! "Bale... Did you just go easy on that woman?" The guy with a stubble on his chin asked tentatively. Bale's face twitched, then he replied with a cold expression, "No kidding! If she wasn't a woman, I would've punched her to death already!" "Since she's not showing any gratitude, don't blame me for not holding back!" Bale gritted his teeth and took two steps closer to Diana. That must have been an accident ju
Though he was itching to put a bullet through that woman's head, the instructions from his superior restrained his anger. He aimed at her tires. At such high speed, if the tires blew out, she might crash and risk her life. Although he was supposed to keep her alive, at this point, he couldn't afford to care that much. A loud "bang" echoed as the gunshot resounded. Diana pressed her body against the car's exterior, practically glued to the road, narrowly escaping his gunfire. The bullet struck the ground, igniting a burst of sparks, all of which Diana observed through her rearview mirror. Damn it! Did he mean business?! "What the heck! Is that bastard serious?!" Diana scrunched her brows, wishing she could just turn around and ram that no-good guy behind her. Meanwhile, the blond dude behind her wore an omi
Oh no. John must be cooking up a grand plan to catch her off guard! Diana could almost see John glaring at her with a dark expression, a pair of handcuffs in his hand, and behind him, a small dark room! "Boss doesn't know," Misoup stated. Diana: "... Huh?" "Is joyriding considered unusual behavior?" Misoup seemed a bit puzzled. "I categorized this behavior as within the normal range and didn't report it to the boss." Diana instantly felt alive again. "Misoup, you're a truly excellent secret guard. When we get back, I'll make sure John gives you a raise!" Diana gently tapped her head, "So, in your opinion, what would you consider as unusual behavior?" Misoup remained silent, her gaze fixed on Diana, a mixture of emotions in her eyes. Just as Diana was becoming puzzled, she suddenly saw Misoup rummaging through the large backpack behind her. She found a small notebook and handed it to Diana.
James was still caught in his melancholy when, suddenly, the bedroom door swung open once again. His heart raced with excitement. Only to see Diana poking her head out. "Dad, John is waiting downstairs. Could you check if he's had breakfast? If not, ask Ms. Taylor to prepare some for him. He likes dim sum." With that, another "slam" as the door closed once more. After Diana finished getting ready, half an hour had already passed. She wore a pale pink jacket and black casual pants as she eagerly rushed downstairs. As soon as she descended, she spotted John sitting on the couch downstairs. However, he wasn't alone. Andrew and Colin were seated on either side of him, and across from them was his father, James. All four of them had their own thoughts, silently lost in contemplation. "You've been waiting for a while, huh?" Diana exclaimed crisply upon seeing the people downstairs. The four men downstairs all looked up in unison.
Diana sat before the vanity, allowing Hank to work his magic. At the start, she seemed quite energetic. But perhaps waking up too early in the morning or having a heavy lunch was taking its toll – dizziness was creeping in. As Diana continued to sit at the vanity, her eyes started to droop, and she drifted into a light doze. Hank's efforts continued for several hours. Meanwhile, John waited on the couch outside. Propping his head up with one hand, he, who wasn't known for his patience, remained silent and unchanged, holding his posture. Ethan occupied a nearby seat, stealing occasional glances towards the dressing room. Speaking of which... Perhaps the styling could be momentarily put on hold? The most crucial matter was saving Diana's image! Recalling the scene from earlier in the morning, Ethan could feel a faint headache throbbing at his temples. Inside the dressing room. After three hours had passed, Diana was drifting in a half-asleep state when she suddenly heard a no
As he spoke, he subtly glanced at John, who remained unruffled in his chair, his typically profound eyes showing no emotion.Just then, the uncle who hadn't spoken, Joel, suddenly spoke up, "Speaking of which, John, your engagement last time was quite a big deal. How come you didn't inform us?""Engagement?" Flame seemed puzzled for a moment, then seemed to recall something."Engaged so soon? Is it with Charlotte? Both of them are great kids. I've always had an eye on Charlotte since she was little…""Joel, it's not Charlotte," Christopher's complexion darkened slightly."Not Charlotte?" Flame's eyes widened in surprise, "Then who could it be?!"Max Matthews' voice turned cold, "Diana of the Thompson family in Cloud City.""Diana?!" Flame was momentarily stunned, then realization dawned upon him.He abruptly stood up, his tone incredulous, "John, you can't be serious about this, can you?!""That Thompson girl, abs
Rose's expression grew increasingly perplexed. "What nonsense are you all talking about? Ms. Thompson is clearly—" "Diana, is that you?" Suddenly, a voice filled with shock echoed from the doorway. Diana adjusted her dress as she leaned against the table, her head tilted as she cast a glance behind Scarlett. And there he was, her nephew Liam. Without missing a beat, she responded, "It's me." Liam held a champagne glass, stepping into the room. His eyes widened, a bit taken aback. When he arrived at the old mansion, Ethan had informed him that Diana was waiting in the side hall, asking him to look after her. Yet, as soon as he got here, he saw her in an extravagant dress, an ethereal beauty that seemed unreal! Could this really be the same Diana he knew?! Diana stood to the side, casually appraising Liam. Today, he wore a white suit with a black tie, exuding elegance and devoid of the previous hint of rogue charm.
The backyard of the Matthews family estate. Inside a room on the second floor. The spacious room was filled with an invisible pressure, silencing the entire conference table. Joel's expression had turned exceedingly grim. However, he found it difficult to meet the gaze of the man seated at the head of the table, whose demeanor was as icy as frost. The anger that had risen to his lips was forcefully suppressed. "Uncle, do you really have nothing to say about John's fiancée?" Joel turned his head to look at Grandpa Matthews, seated at the other end. A hint of authority flashed across Grandpa Matthews' aged face. "As long as John is happy, I have no objections." If Grandpa Matthews said so, others found it even harder to voice their opinions. For a moment, everyone exchanged glances, their expressions varied. John lifted his hand to glance at his Cartier wristwatch. "If the meeting's over, let's dis