All Chapters of Bad Girl Reborn: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

James quickly said, "It's not unusual for young girls to be star-struck, John. You don't mind, do you?" "No, I don't mind," replied John, as he walked over and snatched the autographed photo from Diana's hand. Squinting his eyes, he took a quick look and said nonchalantly, "It doesn't look that great." The man in the photo was dressed in a flashy black jacket, with deep-set eyes and a faint smile on his lips. Diana was confused. So what did he mean by "he did't mind"? She swallowed nervously, feeling like John might suddenly pull out a lighter and set her on fire. "Yeah, he doesn't look that great," Diana said quickly, trying to appease John. "You're still the most handsome, John!" As soon as John heard those words, his expression softened considerably. He put his arm around Diana's waist and planted a kiss on her forehead. Then, checking his watch, he reluctantly let go of Diana. Turning his head to loo

Diana stood in the center of the stage, and her sharp eyes swept over the audience. She immediately noticed the Rainbow Candy Seven Brothers of Frank, not that she was intentionally looking for him, but because they were just too flashy. Diana had originally thought that if Frank made himself look like a non-mainstream style, he would be the only bright spot on the stage. But he gave her a different kind of brilliance that almost blinded her. Ignoring the stupid rainbow light, Diana's gaze fell on the audience. She wondered if "Ronin" was also there, but she couldn't see anyone's face in the crowd of spectators, as they were all darkly dressed. Frank became excited when he saw Diana looking around the audience and assumed she was looking for him. "Z! I'm here!" he shouted, waving his arms frantically. The host noticed Frank's excitement and turned to Diana curiously. "Do you know Mr. Getty, z?" he asked. Diana replied, "I don't know him, I haven't met

The first match of the second round had officially begun. Frank, with his flamboyant green hair, slumped in his chair feeling particularly discouraged. He couldn't understand why he was left with the impression of being a "pervert" when he hadn't developed a good relationship with Z. It was John who went in, why was he blamed for it? Seven, who was sitting beside him, brushed his purple hair to the side and whispered, "Boss, what do you think Z looks like? I have a feeling she's a beauty!" Frank absentmindedly replied, "How should I know?" "You're still too young, Seven. Let me tell you, anyone who doesn't show their face is automatically considered unattractive," Chen analyzed, "In general, those who have good figures have very average looks. God is fair, you know?" "But I think Z has a great figure and a nice voice," Chen continued. "Even more reason to believe what I said," Chen concluded. Seven scratched his head and said,

"Um, I'm feeling a bit unwell. I'd like to go downstairs and rest for a while," Frank weakly extended his hand, gesturing to the host. "Alright, Mr. Getty, you can go downstairs with our staff and take a break," the host replied. Watching Frank hurriedly flee, Diana narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but reveal a sly smile. Tsk, she thought this greenhorn would confront her on the spot, and she would retaliate, making him kneel before her. She had already planned out her counterattack. But he got scared and ran away? Frank, with a complicated expression, made his way downstairs. Once he reached the backstage area, he casually picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table and chugged half of it, making a "glug glug glug" sound. Alright, he calmed down a bit. After regaining his composure, Frank realized the events of today, and his scalp tingled. He should have seen it coming! How could a normal per

An hour later. Frank sat in the spacious and comfortable cabin, silently gripping his seatbelt, occasionally stealing glances at the three men sitting across from him, their faces cold as ice. Ben gritted his teeth. "Where the hell did John take Diana?!" "Just moments ago, he agreed so readily. I had a feeling something was off," Colin frowned, observing the men in the cabin. He let out a sigh deep within. Andrew remained silent, his legs crossed as he sat in his seat. On Frank's elegantly refined face, a faint trace of danger flickered momentarily. They had miscalculated. Feeling the oppressive atmosphere emanating from the three individuals, Frank involuntarily shrunk his neck. The tension was palpable... The three men opposite them seemed like ticking time bombs. One wrong move and they could explode any moment. Especially the bespectacled man who appeared scholarly. Despite his refined appear