All Chapters of Bad Girl Reborn: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

Anthony: "Angel, I haven't finished speaking! This is straight from my heart..." Diana calmly kicked him away. "You've had too much to drink. Go rest, we'll talk tomorrow." "No, I have to say it now, or I'll explode!" At this, John leaned back slightly in his chair, legs crossed, eyes slightly narrowed. Then suddenly spoke up. "Then spill it." The room fell silent for a few seconds after he spoke. Leo: ... Alright. Just successfully screwed myself over this time. Just hope this idiot doesn't drag me into his mess when he rambles later. "Angel, honestly, I've always felt like in this world, apart from me, no one deserves you!" Anthony held the bottle of liquor, his words filled with exaggerated emotion. He counted on his fingers, "Look at me, I'm so handsome, so wealthy, and so lovable... tell me, is there anyone in the world more outstanding than me?" Diana remaine

Diana inquired, "Yeah... Andrew mentioned you're not keen on going public with your relationship. Why's that?" Tony shrugged at her words. "Why else? Going public with something like this would be detrimental to both of us, especially to my career. The impact could be devastating." He continued, "Besides, my thing with you and Andrew is just a temporary companionship out of loneliness. Who knows when it might end?" Diana narrowed her eyes. "Big sis, you're denying your relationship with Andrew? I didn't expect you to be such a jerk." "I'm not." "Oh, you're not a jerk, so the jerk must be Andrew then?" Tony fell silent, momentarily at a loss for words. He reached out, ruffling Diana's hair. "What nonsense are you talking? No one's a jerk; you're just overthinking things as usual." With a smile, he added, "I'll head in first to check on the preparations of my group." With that, he walked away, leaving Diana behind

"I do believe that the scene where she's hit was commendable, adding depth to the performance," Osbaldeston, the director, tried to smooth things over. Christopher exchanged greetings with him, naturally inclining a bit towards Scarlett. "The final scene, I recall it wasn't originally like this. Was it a last-minute change?" Tony, reclining in his chair, suddenly spoke up. Paul reluctantly nodded, "Yeah, Scarlett requested the alteration on the spot. It shows she's capable; it's just first-time jitters." "Well, that's quite bold. Especially considering that slap just now was undeniably real..." Tony smirked, offering his assessment. Paul felt a pang of discomfort. He knew deep down that the assistant deliberately slapped Scarlett. Now, Scarlett, in that state, seemed uncontrollable. He regretted taking on Scarlett, who had become quite a handful. Meanwhile, backstage was in chaos. People attended to Scarlett—fanning her, fetching water

John hadn't said much throughout the ride. His expression was subdued, his captivating eyes distant and seemingly veiled in mist. It was quite apparent. His mood wasn't the best. What's wrong with this guy again? Diana was puzzled. She opened the car door. "John, I'm going now." "Hmm." "Am I really leaving?" John frowned. He seemed pretty concerned about Tony's matter. Just met and so eager to leave? "Four days." "Huh?" John caught her off guard. He leaned back in his seat, with a domineering air. "You said it would be resolved in a week. Now, there are only four days left." Diana cursed inwardly. Wasn't it because she was afraid he'd get the wrong idea, so she reluctantly shortened the time to a week? "Oh, you can relax. I remember," Diana nodded repeatedly. She remembered. But whether she'd come back then wasn't certain.

Glancing at the time on her phone, Diana said, "Big sis, it's getting late. You should rest; I'll leave first." "If we go out now, Paul might still be waiting outside. Let's wait a little longer." Tony sounded a bit cautious. But Diana waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry, we won't use the door." "Then how will you leave?" Tony looked puzzled. "Not going through the door?" Could they really be considering climbing out the window? Before this idea could settle, Mitbahl suddenly approached the window, effortlessly propping himself on the sill. With a swift movement, he leaped out. Tony's eyes widened, stunned for a moment. Then his expression twisted. "Jump... jumping out of the building!?" Holy cow! Someone was jumping out of the building! Tony, horrified, grabbed his phone. "I'll call 911." As he spoke, a head appeared from above the window, "Call 911