Diana looked at her, "What about your dress? Have you prepared one?"
Leah chuckled, "What nonsense are you talking about? I can't afford one. My dear, your Andrew and Ben's credit cards should come in handy."
Diana sighed, "Wow, you say it so naturally and shamelessly."
"I'm going to be your future sister-in-law; we're practically family. Why be polite?"
Diana thought about it... It did make sense.
...
As night descended, neon lights along the streets lit up one by one, casting a dreamlike glow over the entire city.
Inside a lavish upscale club.
A stretched Lincoln limousine rolled to a smooth stop by the curb.
Ethan stepped out and opened the rear door.
Diana and Leah followed suit.
One in red, the other in white, one vivacious, the other gentle.
Distinctive in their grace, both possessed a breathtaking beauty, akin to ethereal beings descended to Earth, almost unreal.
Ethan foun
Amy recognized Ms. Jones and quickly averted her gaze. She then turned to Leah. "Leah, can I talk to you alone for a moment?" Leah remained silent for a while, then turned to Ms. Jones with a faint smile. "Ms. Jones, I'll step aside for a moment." "Very well," Ms. Jones replied. Diana followed Leah, saying, "I'll come with you." She had a gut feeling that Amy's unexpected arrival boded ill. As Hansen watched the two women walk away, he finally remembered, "I have seen Leah before." "Oh? I heard she's quite a talented young pianist. It's natural that you might have come across her," someone commented. "No," Hansen shook his head, a hint of hesitation on his face. "I heard she might be a bit of a madwoman..." Diana and Leah followed Amy to a nearby corner. When they arrived, they noticed another person standing there. Scarlett, dressed in a beige evening gown, stood with her arms crossed, exuding an air of arrogance.
"I'm fine," Leah said softly, lifting her head. She stood there, her already exquisite face displaying a hint of sickness, a touch of restrained vulnerability. She looked at Ms. Jones and Hansen. "Since Amy is so eager to perform with me, I'll accompany her." As she spoke, she lowered her gaze, appearing somewhat fragile. Ms. Jones noticed something amiss. "Leah, you seem genuinely unwell. Perhaps we should skip today." But Amy wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. "Ms. Jones, Leah doesn't seem physically unwell. It's probably just nerves." Diana was about to speak, but she noticed Leah's hand, held by Amy, squeezing it slightly. She hesitated, keeping her words to herself. Leah stood there, sounding somewhat resigned. "I am feeling a bit unwell, but I can still play the piano. Mr. Hansen, Aunt Jones, I'll go ahead." Mr. Hansen, holding a glass of red wine, nodded approvingly. He had initially suspected Leah of lackin
Instantly, the people around raised their eyebrows and frowned. A few among them knew her personally. Amy had only attended the evening banquet because of Professor Levin's influence. But she had never expected the so-called talented young pianist to lose her composure like this. Scarlett, standing not far away, wore a deeply unpleasant expression. The fact that Amy hadn't caused Leah to lose control was bad enough. But now, she had made such a spectacle of herself! "Amy, please watch your language!" Hansen, who had been observing everything, spoke sternly. "Hansen, sir?" "I saw everything just now, and compared to Miss Phillips, your piano skills are far inferior." Hansen didn't mince his words, instantly making Amy's face turn beet red. "No, Mr. Hansen, what happened earlier was..." "Hansen, sir," Leah interrupted him. She spoke slowly, "Amy was probably just too nervous, and he
Diana nodded. Unusually so. Mitbahl managed to show some restraint for once, which was progress. He smiled faintly, pulling out a knife as delicate as a cicada's wing from his pocket. "Silly, silently disposing of them, without a trace; that's what a professional assassin should be capable of." Misoup pondered for a moment. "You go." "Sure, watch and learn from big brother~" Mitbahl, twirling his manicured finger, headed into the club. Diana grabbed his collar firmly. "You damn well get back here!" "Madam?" "Who told you we were thrown out by someone?" Diana was feeling drained. "Get back in the car, Mitbahl. Let's head back to the villa and avoid any trouble." "Alright," Mitbahl grumbled as he reluctantly climbed back into the car. Diana settled into the backseat and pulled out her phone to send a message to John. She sent several messages in a row, but there was no respo
Outside, Nisbet's shot had missed, and his face had soured. He had encountered many skilled opponents before. But this eerie scenario was a first for him. "Who are you, really?" "Someone you can't mess with." Mitbahl stood in the night's shadows, arms crossed, wearing an indifferent expression. "Since the lady's in the car, and I wouldn't want to scare you too much, I won't kill you today. Just apologize and get lost." He was putting on quite the act. "Dead man, do you even know who 'Nisbet' is? How dare you speak to him like this!" Amy stomped her foot in anger. She clung to Nisbet's arm and said, "Nisbet, don't waste your time talking to them. Just have someone drag that wretched Leah down here!" "You're right, there's no need to talk to you!" Nisbet gestured dismissively. His henchmen beside him all drew their guns from their holsters. The black muzzles of a dozen guns were all pointed at Mitb
"Ah! Ah!!!" Nisbet cried out in agony. After realizing what had happened, Nisbet fell to his knees by the car door, howling like a wounded animal. His hand! A thin blade was impaled through the back of his hand, pinning it to the car door! "What are you all waiting for?! Kill that man!" Nisbet yelled at his subordinates. His subordinates snapped back to reality, immediately scrambling to pick up the guns on the ground. But as they bent down, they felt a rush of wind pass by! Mitbahl had somehow appeared beside them, and with one swift move, he took down one big man after another, their cries echoing in the air. In less than a moment, Nisbet's once intimidating henchmen were all sprawled on the roadside, groaning in pain. Mitbahl casually flipped his long hair and wore a smug expression. Well, not one of them could put up a fight. If it weren't for his madam being present, he would have taken care
After Diana went upstairs, she and Leah headed to their respective rooms to get ready for bed. After taking a shower, she noticed her phone vibrating on the bed. She checked it and saw a message from John. "Finally, the man replies," Diana muttered before opening her phone. [John: Were you satisfied with the villa?] [Diana: Yes, I was, but there's one thing...] After sending her message, she quickly received a response. [John: What's that one thing?] [Diana: My bed is too big, and it feels too empty when I sleep alone...] Diana's heart started racing. Wow, the sensation of flirting with the ice-cold man was truly thrilling! She wondered what he would reply. Diana was filled with anticipation. Before long, John's message came in. [John: Miss you.] Diana:... Her heart instantly melted into a puddle. Damn! The usually icy and cold man, once he
"Don't move," John cautioned, holding her waist. "What's wrong?" Diana inquired. "We might start a fire with all that friction," he replied with a sly grin. Diana's mind raced for a moment before she caught on to his meaning. "You... are you being naughty?" She blinked, and then immediately realized she might have crossed a line. ... With a swift movement, Diana's face turned crimson. "I won't move... let's just sleep," she stammered, scrambling to extricate herself from John's embrace and clutching the bedsheet in a fluster. John's eyes, like a phoenix's, narrowed as he gazed intently at the petite woman before him, as if she were his prey. He had assumed she'd grown bolder, but it seemed he had overestimated her. She talked a big game, but when it came to action, she was nothing more than a harmless bunny. He couldn't help but think... Of devouring her. Diana was getting ready to slip under the