Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1213: Dianna, My Little Darling~

Mort Thorne held Dianna Hollis, "Understood, I have my own plans."

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Inside the villa. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The Scorpion reached out and hugged Dianna, "Dianna dear, you’re finally here, I’ve missed you so much, come give me a kiss."

Dianna quickly pushed The Scorpion away and looked towards Melissa, "There’s someone else here."

Melissa stood in the living room in a long dress, looking at Dianna. Behind Dianna’s snow-white earlobe was a red mark, hard to notice unless you looked closely. It was a kiss mark.

Last night, Mort Thorne sent her to the hotel and then drove away, he must have gone to see Dianna.

The kiss mark behind Dianna’s ear was definitely his doing.

Last night, Mort Thorne must have done some unspeakable things with Dianna.

Melissa’s hands at her sides balled into fists. The man she had pursued so fervently for years had fallen in love with another woman.

She didn’t expect Mort Thorne, such a deep and indifferent man, to express genuine feelings.

She thought no woman in this lifetime would make him fall in love.

Jealousy overflowed from Melissa’s eyes, burning away her sanity like a raging fire.

"Big brother, I know you’re bringing a beauty home tonight, so I prepared a few things to spice it up for you," Melissa said.

"What is it?"

A servant brought over a bag containing several erotic lingerie pieces, very revealing.

"Miss Dianna, tonight you should wear these to serve my brother well," Melissa sneered at Dianna.

The Scorpion’s eyes lit up, he could imagine how beautiful Dianna would look in those clothes, he was already impatient, "Alright, Dianna dear, go upstairs and put these on for me now."

Dianna glanced at Melissa, her gaze suddenly cold.

Just then, steady footsteps were heard, and a tall, strong figure walked in. Mort Thorne had arrived.

Mort Thorne’s brown eyes glanced over here, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the erotic lingerie in the servant’s hands...

Melissa’s expression changed, she hadn’t expected Mort Thorne to appear now.

Dianna curled her red lips, her fair fingers twirling the thin black strap of the lingerie. She looked at Melissa, "Melissa, it seems you understand a lot about the pleasures between men and women, do you often play with men?"

Melissa’s face turned white, "You’re talking nonsense!"

She looked towards Mort Thorne by the door, "Mort, don’t listen to her nonsense!"

Mort Thorne stood by the door, restrained and quiet, seemingly deliberately lowering his presence, but his powerful aura was still hard to ignore.

Now, he exuded a chilling coldness all over.

"Oh, so Melissa wants to play with Mort. How do you want to play?"

Dianna walked forward with graceful steps, stopping in front of Mort Thorne. She stood on tiptoes, hanging the thin black strap in her fingers around Mort Thorne’s neck, then casually wrapped it around a few times.

Mort Thorne lowered his handsome eyelids, looking at the palm-sized face close to him, his eyes deepened. He silently mouthed three words, "Still owe me?"

Dianna raised her delicate willow eyebrows at him, then tied the black strap directly around his neck.

It looked really good.

Mort Thorne was tall, sturdy, and exuded an oppressive aura wherever he went. He was dominant and forceful, especially in bed, full of a sense of control.

If anyone was to wear this kind of outfit, it would definitely be her.

But now, the black strap tied around his neck made it seem like a wild wolf was leashed, combining abstinence with wickedness, making it hard not to want to pounce on him.

A man seducing to this extent was truly bewitching.

She reached out her fair hand and gave him a push. Wearing high heels made her even more radiant today, she silently curled her red lips, "I’ll deal with you later!"

With that, she swayed her slender waist and went upstairs, glancing back at The Scorpion, "I can’t wear those clothes, if you want to come, come, if not, go find another woman!"

Her slender and beautiful silhouette disappeared from everyone’s view.

Mort Thorne still stood there, watching the girl’s cold yet flamboyant figure, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

He felt like fire was coursing through his body, he really wanted to pin her down right then, the little rascal actually thought about dealing with him later.

The Scorpion was equally inflamed by the scene, he turned his gaze to Mort Thorne.

Mort Thorne’s expression didn’t change, he casually put his big hand in his pocket to prevent The Scorpion from noticing any changes underneath his pants.

"Mort, I’ll let you go home early tonight, I’m going to enjoy the night," The Scorpion laughed as he went upstairs.

...

Only Mort Thorne and Melissa remained in the living room. Melissa stepped forward, "Mort, listen to me..."

Mort Thorne lifted his rough and unyielding fingers, pulling off the thin black strap tied around his neck and tossed it into the trash, not sparing Melissa a glance, he turned and left.

He stood on the villa’s lawn, letting the cold wind blow away his agitation.

Melissa followed him out, her gaze lowered, glancing at Mort Thorne’s black pants, her face instantly reddened, and her eyes filled with affection.

"Mort, listen to me." Melissa stepped forward to take Mort Thorne’s strong arm.

Mort Thorne lowered his eyes, glancing at her hand.

Silent and fierce.

Melissa’s face turned white, she instantly withdrew her hand.

"Don’t forget your position, try anything with her again, and you’ll have hell to pay!" With that, Mort Thorne strode away.

Melissa watched the man’s back, trembling, he actually... threatened her?

She just bought a few clothes back, and he scolded her for Dianna?

She, the daughter of a high-ranking official, when had she ever been treated so coldly and wronged?

Melissa’s lips curled into a cold smile.

...

In the room upstairs.

The Scorpion went in to shower, Dianna took off her high heels, put on white gloves, and started searching the drawers.

Couldn’t find the private seal.

There was no private safe here, not in the drawers either, then there’s only one possibility, it’s on The Scorpion.

Dianna stood straight and gracefully took off her high heels.

At this time, she heard a low and displeased voice, "Put the shoes back on!"

The red behind her ear wasn’t a kiss mark but a small listening and tracking device implanted in the skin, so her every move was being monitored by Mort Thorne to ensure her absolute safety.

To coordinate this operation, FIU members have already infiltrated and surrounded the villa.

As soon as she gets the private seal, they can arrest The Scorpion.

Hearing Mort Thorne’s voice, Dianna curled her red lips, slowly put her high heels back on.

This man is truly domineering.

But she enjoyed it.

Just then there was a "click" sound, the bathroom door opened, and the freshly showered The Scorpion, wearing a bathrobe, came out. Looking at Dianna’s silhouette, he eagerly rushed over, "Dianna dear."