Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1214: For Her, He Gave Up Everything

Chapter 1214: Chapter 1214: For Her, He Gave Up Everything

Dianna didn’t avoid it, letting him embrace her tightly. Her small hands pushed against the Scorpion’s chest as she lifted her little head, "Did you clean up?"

"I cleaned up, I’m all fragrant now. If you don’t believe me, touch and see." The Scorpion grabbed her soft little hand and placed it on himself.

Dianna moved naturally, her soft fingertips pressing against his muscles, checking where he might have hidden the seal.

At this moment, Mort Thorne’s deep voice sounded again, "How does it feel?"

"..."

Dianna caught a whiff of jealousy; someone’s vinegar jar had been toppled.

"Dianna, my little darling, your touch is so comforting. Go a bit lower." The Scorpion urged, his eyes red.

Dianna hadn’t moved yet when a ghostly voice sounded in her ear, "That’s the most vulnerable part of a man, there’s nothing hidden there. Dare to touch?"

"..."

This man!

Dianna’s eyes sparkled with a bright smile. She lowered her gaze and saw the ring on the Scorpion’s hand.

The Scorpion always wore this gold ring. Given his status, it wasn’t unusual, so no one ever suspected it.

Dianna’s eyes flickered; the gold ring was indeed the seal!

Found it!

"Scorpion, quickly take me to the bed."

"My darling, I’m coming." The Scorpion wanted to carry Dianna horizontally.

But then a vibration rang out, a call came in.

"Scorpion, whose call is it? Don’t answer it."

At this moment, Dianna’s gaze turned wary.

The Scorpion held Dianna with one arm and picked up the phone with the other hand, "Darling, don’t worry, let me take this call first."

Whatever was said on the other end made the Scorpion’s face turn suddenly cold. He looked down at Dianna...

...

On the other side, Mort Thorne’s palm computer suddenly went black.

The monitor went black, indicating that the small tracker behind Dianna’s ear had been discovered.

What’s going on?

Mort Thorne’s gaze chilled instantly. He entered the villa, went upstairs, and kicked open the Scorpion’s room door.

The room was empty; the Scorpion and Dianna were gone.

The villa was surrounded, but there was a secret passage in the room leading directly outside.

The Scorpion had taken Dianna away.

A high heel lay on the room’s carpet.

Mort Thorne’s mind was filled with the scene he had just seen on video, how she took off her shoes. He cursed, recalling how sweetly she had donned them again.

Now, she’s gone; she’s been exposed!

Mort Thorne lowered his tall frame and picked up the high heel.

The room door opened again, and Melissa tore off her human-skin mask and let down her long jet-black hair. Dressed in black, she exuded a bold charisma, "Blood Eagle, the Scorpion’s escaped. You must retreat immediately or you’ll be exposed."

Mort Thorne clenched the high heel in his hand, slowly turning his gaze to look at Melissa. His deep eye sockets turned scarlet with thinly veiled coldness, "Does Dianna’s exposure have anything to do with you?"

Melissa stiffened, "Blood Eagle, are you suspecting me?"

Mort Thorne curled his lips, forcing a chilling syllable from his throat, "It better have nothing to do with you, or... I’ll kill you."

Having said that, he strode toward the door. As he brushed past Melissa, his broad, firm shoulder deliberately hit her.

Melissa’s face turned pale as she staggered back two steps.

She lifted her gaze to look at the man, his facial features hard and ominous, filled with murderous intent.

She swiftly reached out, grabbing the man’s sleeve, "You’re already dead, you can’t show your face now. As for Dianna, from the moment she entered FIU, she should have been prepared to sacrifice at any time."

Mort Thorne halted his steps, "Let go!"

"I won’t."

Mort Thorne swung his arm, and with a bang, Melissa fell to the carpet in embarrassment, her forehead hitting the bed frame.

"Melissa, what happened?"

Upon hearing the commotion from inside, someone barged in; it was Paul.

This Paul was a son of a military family, now a high-level executive at FIU. FIU had already controlled this villa, and Paul was the senior commander of this operation.

Seeing Melissa on the ground, Paul quickly looked at Mort Thorne, "What do you mean by this? Melissa isn’t someone you can touch, quickly apologize!"

Arrogant, an order-giving tone.

Mort Thorne lifted his eyelids to glance at Paul, snorted mockingly.

Sensing his disdain, Paul’s expression changed, "You!"

Melissa was a chief’s daughter; no one had dared to lay a finger on her since she was young. Mort Thorne’s strong hand, fierce in its power, made her cough up blood.

Her hands tightly clawed at the carpet as she looked at Mort Thorne, "Now retreat immediately, you are not allowed to save Dianna. This is an order!"

Order?

Mort Thorne put one hand in his pants pocket, while holding Dianna’s high heel with the other. He looked down at Melissa, "Want to talk orders with me? Wait until you take your father’s place to try."

Melissa momentarily choked up; Blood Eagle reported directly to the old leaders, and she indeed couldn’t order him.

"You should know what you should and shouldn’t do. Romance will be an extremely difficult road for you. Choose Dianna, abandon me, and you’ll live your life like a shadow!"

Melissa tore off her mask, beginning to threaten.

If Mort Thorne stepped out of this door to save Dianna, she would ensure he lived in the shadows forever.

Three years ago, Mort Thorne was already considered dead.

He didn’t even have a formal identity.

Look at Paul; what merit does he hold against Mort Thorne—night and day difference—but he was born into a good family.

As for who Blood Eagle is, who knows?

Melissa didn’t really want to tear her face off; she liked Mort Thorne too much. Even among the old leaders, he was often the topic of conversation.

In nearly a hundred years, Mort Thorne emerged as such an outstanding talent.

That high position was meant for him, reserved by the leaders, just waiting for his return.

She wanted this man too much; if she couldn’t have him, she could only... destroy him.

Mort Thorne curled his lips, his attitude wild and indifferent, "Oh, whatever, as long as you’re happy."

And he left.

He just left like that?

Melissa’s face was full of hatred—he really threw away everything for Dianna?

Actually, this man was inherently proud; having walked years of this path, in blood-soaked battles, he was very proud.

...

Dianna slowly opened her eyes. She was in a secret room.

All her memories returned, recalling how the Scorpion, after receiving a phone call, quickly waved his hand before her eyes.

Everything went black; she passed out directly.

The change came unexpectedly, so sudden.

A sound of footsteps approached her ear, the Scorpion walked in, "You woke up?"

"Scorpion, why did you bring me here?"

"Still playing dumb, huh?" The Scorpion stepped forward and pinched Dianna’s small face with his sinister lips curling, "You’re FIU, deliberately getting close to me. Dianna, I really liked you. Why did you disappoint me?"