Chapter 253

Chapter 253

Under the dim lights.

The women threw flirtatious glances, and before anyone could speak, they crouched down to pour drinks.

Wearing spaghetti-strap dresses, their breasts nearly spilled out as they squatted.

Michael instantly covered his eyes with his hands and buried his head pitifully against Diana's chest, "Honey, this has nothing to do with me. It's all their doing. You're the only one in my heart."

Before anything could happen, he rushed to pledge his loyalty.

Diana didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She hugged Michael and chuckled, "Please, I'm not some uptight person. Besides, I've been to this kind of thing before. It's fine, do whatever you want."

This kind of gathering naturally involved women and alcohol.

Coming from a wealthy family herself, she and Nora would also get some men when they hung out together.

The others were surprised to hear this.

"Diana, you're really generous. Any other woman would've blown up by now."

"So cool. These women aren't really doing anything anyway, just selling us some drinks, being eye candy, maybe dancing with us. Don't worry, we won't mess around, and we won't let Mr. Johnson mess around either."

Worried Diana might misunderstand, they rushed to explain.

Diana shook her head unconcernedly, "It's nothing, no big deal."

Then a discordant voice suddenly rang out, "Diana, you're so generous—does that mean you don't love Michael? I've heard that only people who don't care can be this generous."

Diana froze for a moment, then looked toward the voice. It was actually a young girl in the corner. The lighting was dim there, so she hadn't noticed her at first, and even Michael had skipped over her when making introductions.

But this was clearly their first meeting—where was this hostility coming from?

Following the young girl's line of sight.

Diana showed a meaningful look.

So that's it.

She saw her as a rival.

But this girl looked really young.

She cleared her throat, about to speak, when Michael's plaintive voice sounded as he cupped her face, "Honey, is what she said true? Are you being generous because you don't care about me?"

His gaze was burning and sharp. On the surface he looked pitiful, staring at Diana without blinking.

Diana's pupils suddenly contracted, her eyelashes trembling lightly. For a moment she didn't know how to answer.

Michael pressed on relentlessly, "Honey, I have so many friends here. Today you need to give me some status. Tell me—am I your future husband or not? We're about to get our marriage certificate, say it."

By the end, his voice carried a pleading tone.

He held Diana in his arms, leaning close to her ear, his voice low, "There are so many people here, give me some face, okay?"

Diana's whole body trembled, feeling the burning breath and the man's plea. For a moment she didn't know how to respond.

Just then, the young girl spoke up again, "What's wrong? If you don't love him, just say it out loud. What's the problem? Plus I heard that when you were in school you didn't stay idle either. You had men around you constantly—not just a childhood sweetheart, but men of all ages. Isn't that right?"

"Michael, don't let this Diana fool you. I've looked into her—she's not clean. Who knows how many men have touched her. She might even have diseases. Even if you don't end up with Ruby, there are plenty of other options."

"Shut up."

Among the noisy music, several voices rang out at once.

The loudest was Michael's.

At this moment, he no longer had that pitiful look he showed Diana. His eyes were sharp and piercing as he looked over coldly, "Who gave you the nerve to comment on my business?"

"And what my woman is like—I don't need you to tell me."

The last sentence clearly carried a threat.

The young girl was scared, her body trembling, "Michael."

"I'm not close to you. Please call me Mr. Johnson."

The young girl was obviously frightened, her eyes brimming with tears.

If it were some other man who cherished women, he would naturally soften his tone, but clearly Michael was not that type.

He remained harsh, his voice terrifyingly cold.

Diana watched from the side, raising an eyebrow with interest.

The young girl seemed devastated. She stepped back twice, asking in disbelief, "Have you forgotten? I'm your sister. You said you'd always treat me like a sister..."

Before she could finish, she looked extremely wronged.

Michael thought carefully but still didn't recognize her, "Honey, don't listen to her nonsense. She's lost her mind. I have nothing to do with her."

Diana burst out laughing.

The young girl got angry and shouted, "Why? What is this woman? She's not good enough for you."

"Alright, that's enough. You met him once when you were little, and you've been obsessed all these years. Isn't it annoying?"

"Some people just live in their own fantasies. So what if Ruby backed out? It still has nothing to do with you. You insisted on following us to this gathering, we didn't stop you, but you need to know when to stop."

Everyone present knew why the young girl had come.

She knew Michael and the Hill family might call off the engagement, so she was actively trying to get her chance.

In this circle, there were plenty of people who liked Michael. Trying wasn't shameful, but what was annoying was that she shouldn't be making a scene here.

She'd turned a perfectly good gathering into this mess.

Very disappointing.

Diana picked up on the key information and teased, "There are thousands of men in the world. If it doesn't work out, just switch. Never be lovesick. Feeling sorry for a man will make you miserable for life. More importantly, you shouldn't embarrass yourself over a man."

Diana walked past everyone and patted the young girl's arm, "You're too young. Some men have hearts as hard as iron. Look at him—you're crying like this and he doesn't even feel sorry for you. We women should help each other, not make things difficult for each other."

"Stop your fake sympathy. You stole him from Ruby's hands—are you showing off to me? The Johnson family will never accept a daughter-in-law like you. In the future you'll just be a mistress."

The young girl got more and more worked up, practically shouting by the end.

Diana shook her head disapprovingly, "Remember this—if he can be stolen away, that means he never belonged to you in the first place. Spend your time on yourself. Don't fight over men."