Frustrated, Winry took out her phone but Diana grabbed her wrist.
"Is it this hand?" Diana squeezed Winry's left wrist like a vise.
Winry winced, and her phone fell, scattering on the ground.
"Let go!" Winry tried to pull away but couldn't.
Annoyed, she raised her right hand, aiming to slap Diana's face.
"I told you to let go!"
But the slap never landed.
Diana caught her right wrist, displaying a contemplative expression.
"Hmm... Looks like it's this hand."
With those words, Winry felt a sharp pain in her right wrist.
"Ah! What are you doing?! Let go, release me!"
Feeling an astonishing force on her wrist, Winry widened her eyes, her terrified expression contorting.
A cracking sound.
"Ah!"
As the sound of bones breaking reached her ears, Winry screamed in agony.
Her fair face turned deathly pale.
Buckling at the knees, she was nearly begging for mercy.
"Frank." Winry leaned against him, sobbing slightly, "I don't want to argue with her anymore. I'm seriously injured. Take me to the hospital, let's go." As she spoke, she reached for Frank's hand. But he evaded it. Winry paused, then stared at him with stiffness. "Frank, what do you mean?" Frank spoke in a deep voice, "Enough... Winry, seriously, enough. Stop this act. I've seen enough!" He turned away, looking at Winry beside him with an expression of disbelief, then pushed her away. "Frank..." This sudden turn of events left Winry frozen in place. Jenny was equally stunned. Wait, what? Was she dreaming? Did Frank just... choose to believe her instead of Winry?! Diana, leaning on her small cane, had a faint smile in her eyes. Hmm, this is getting interesting. "Frank, what are you... saying?" Winry forced a strained smile, "Do you actually believe Jenny's nonsense instead
"Is that your idea of kindness?! Selling a kidney for plastic surgery, changing your identity and face just to fool someone like me out of their money!" Frank roared in anger. D*mn it. He did a lot of psychological preparation in Europe, envisioned how he would calmly resolve this matter upon his return. But Winry's shamelessness shattered his defenses. To hell with being calm. Frank wasn't suited for that! Annoyed, he pulled at his collar and looked at Winry with a furrowed brow. "Lost your voice? Give me the styling studio, do whatever you want, just don't appear in front of me again. Otherwise..." He thought for a moment, struggling to find a threatening phrase. He couldn't bring himself to hit a woman. Irritated, he rubbed the green hair on his forehead. "I might be blind, but I won't be a fool twice. I'm sick of seeing you now!" This time, he was determined to cut ties with this woman and en
"Frank, make it clear. What are you implying?!" "No big deal. I just wanted to tell you that I borrowed five hundred thousand for this salon. I have two months to pay it back, and if I don't, the salon will be taken back. Also... I'll have to compensate an additional thirty percent in losses." Frank, one hand in his pocket, gave a cold smile. "I had it all figured out. The prize money from this competition and the club's income could pay off the debt. But now... you handle it yourself." "No... this can't be! The Gettys are so rich; why would you borrow fifty grand from someone else?!" Winry couldn't believe it. "Not everything is as you think. Didn't you say you really believe I can make a career on my own abilities? I listened to you, started to stand on my own, what do you think? Touched, surprised?" Frank smirked coldly. "By the way, a reminder, the repayment is due the day after tomorrow. Selling the studio is out of the question n
"Bro... I just went through a breakup, got deceived, and my heart hurts. So, I went to big sis to vent, don't get any weird ideas. I respect big sis just like I do my dad!" Frank hopped around, expressing his pure admiration and respect for Diana. Others might not know, but he understood John too well. Logical as a precision machine in other matters, but when it came to Diana, he was a complete tyrant! John remained silent, only looking at Diana. To be precise, he was looking at the water stains on her shoulder. Seemingly, Frank's tears. In an instant, his gaze intensified. Frank stood on the side, biting his finger, teeth chattering. He was done for. He just crawled out of the swamp of love, only to fall into bro's clutches in the blink of an eye. What kind of situation was this!!! Woo~ Today must be his day of cosmic misalignment! "Frank, go find Jenny first. John and I have som
A middle-aged woman selling seafood nearby smiled at the couple. "Hey, newlyweds, right?" Newlyweds? Hearing this, Diana was momentarily stunned, then she flashed a radiant smile. Extending her hand, she wrapped her arm around John's. "Yes~ Newlyweds indeed. Tonight, we're planning a candlelit dinner." She lifted her head, playfully winking at John. "Right, dear?" The term "dear" made John's heart skip a beat. A tingling sensation spread from the heart to his limbs. Indescribable contentment. "Yes," he responded. The woman beside them had her mouth wide open. "You two are a perfect match! Young lady, you're incredibly beautiful, and your husband, honestly, I've never seen such a handsome man. Hold on tight to him!" The woman continued talking endlessly. After packing the crabs they bought, the woman stated the price. John reached into his pocket and placed several bills that were
Watching the interaction unfold beneath her post, Diana felt something was off. Strange. Why did Jacob's tone of mocking defiance feel oddly familiar? It had a resemblance to that iron-rooster 'X.' But considering Jacob's usual mild and humble demeanor, Diana instantly dismissed the thought. Impossible. Just as Mitbahl settled down, Diana's chat group with her three brothers erupted. [Ben: Diana, are you at the ice-cold John's mansion?! Ahh! It's so late; why would you willingly enter the thief's den alone!] Diana: ... [Diana: Ben, John and I are engaged. This might be our future home; it's not some thief's den.] [Ben: Waaah~ I used to be happy, why do you have to say this...] Diana: ...Doesn't Ben know his precious little sister has fallen into the clutches of ice-cold John? Is he just in denial? [Andrew: John doesn't seem like someone who can cook. Unusual things must have a reason. Maybe he's
John was surprised at the strength of this petite girl. "Don't go..." Diana grabbed his shirt, her eyes shining like stars. Because of the recent kiss, her eyes were misted with a layer of vapor, emanating a scorching warmth. John unconsciously lowered his voice, "The floor is cold." "Who says so? The floor is covered in flowers, isn't it beautiful?" Diana, like a little ruffian, sprayed alcohol breath while patting his handsome face. "Of course, you're even more beautiful, boy~" With that, she pouted, pecking him. Unsatisfied, she deepened the kiss. Lying on the floor, John tried to push her away. "Behave, let's go upstairs." "No..." Twisting in his arms, the girl not only refused to leave his body but also let her fingers roam freely. Unable to resist her teasing, John's sanity finally crumbled. He reached for her slender waist, pressing her back onto the floor. "Hope you won't regret this tomorrow whe
As she began to pack up, footsteps echoed outside the office, followed by a knock on her door. "Who's there?" The office door creaked open, revealing the tall figure of Simmons, whom Liora hadn't seen for a few days. Liora's piercing gaze swept over him. "What brings you here?" "Liora, I messed up." Simmons stood at the doorway, silent for a moment, then suddenly began to apologize. His handsome face carried a hint of melancholy. Liora remained silent. After their argument at the hospital, Simmons hadn't visited for several days. Busy with work, she hadn't spared him a thought. She found his forceful interference in her affairs quite off-putting. She had thought the playboy had probably given up on her, but here he was. Liora, not one to yield to pressure, softened her expression. "Stop meddling in my affairs. Let's be ordinary friends." "Liora, I really like you. How can you expect me to t