Semua Bab Bad Girl Reborn: Bab 241 - Bab 250

Diana was momentarily stunned. Her man was indeed very handsome... Wait, she was getting sidetracked. When John caught sight of the girl at the door, his exquisite eyebrows raised in surprise. "Little girl?" Diana closed the door and dashed towards him, pouncing onto him and burying her head into his suit jacket, sniffing up and down. John looked puzzled. "What are you doi—" "Shh, don't talk!" Diana had a serious expression on her face as she finished sniffing John's suit and then unbuttoned his coat to start sniffing his shirt. She was like a vigilant little animal, wrinkling her nose and sniffing around. Through the shirt, he could feel her breath on his chest, creating a warm and tingling sensation that reached all the way to his heart. After sniffing for a while, the dominant and crisp scent that belonged to him filled her nostrils. "What are you sniffing for?" John reached out and li

He waved his hand, and about ten other men stepped out from the roadside, all wearing unfriendly expressions. The bearded man chuckled sinisterly. "Diana, you don't need to know who we are, but you should know that tonight, you won't be able to leave!" With that, they all grinned wickedly and pulled out their weapons. The bearded man held an iron rod and played with it in his hand. "So, will you come down and go with us willingly, or do we have to get rough?" Deep in her heart, Diana sighed. All she wanted was to participate in a competition, but why did she have to encounter one group of idiots after another? Since it's come to this... She'll just have to take them all down. Diana remained silent and simply restarted her motorcycle. Seeing her response, the group of men burst into laughter, feeling amused by her actions. "What's this? The road is wide open, and you think you can fly past us? If you've g

  Bale was forced to take a step back by her agile move, successfully dodging her strike.   The crowd, who had been ready to cheer, froze in their tracks.   Even the stubbled guy's expression soured.   Had his eyes deceived him?   Did Bale just get pushed back by that woman?!   "Bale... Did you just go easy on that woman?"   The guy with a stubble on his chin asked tentatively.   Bale's face twitched, then he replied with a cold expression, "No kidding! If she wasn't a woman, I would've punched her to death already!"   "Since she's not showing any gratitude, don't blame me for not holding back!"   Bale gritted his teeth and took two steps closer to Diana.   That must have been an accident ju

Oh no. John must be cooking up a grand plan to catch her off guard! Diana could almost see John glaring at her with a dark expression, a pair of handcuffs in his hand, and behind him, a small dark room! "Boss doesn't know," Misoup stated. Diana: "... Huh?" "Is joyriding considered unusual behavior?" Misoup seemed a bit puzzled. "I categorized this behavior as within the normal range and didn't report it to the boss." Diana instantly felt alive again. "Misoup, you're a truly excellent secret guard. When we get back, I'll make sure John gives you a raise!" Diana gently tapped her head, "So, in your opinion, what would you consider as unusual behavior?" Misoup remained silent, her gaze fixed on Diana, a mixture of emotions in her eyes. Just as Diana was becoming puzzled, she suddenly saw Misoup rummaging through the large backpack behind her. She found a small notebook and handed it to Diana.

Diana sat before the vanity, allowing Hank to work his magic. At the start, she seemed quite energetic. But perhaps waking up too early in the morning or having a heavy lunch was taking its toll – dizziness was creeping in. As Diana continued to sit at the vanity, her eyes started to droop, and she drifted into a light doze. Hank's efforts continued for several hours. Meanwhile, John waited on the couch outside. Propping his head up with one hand, he, who wasn't known for his patience, remained silent and unchanged, holding his posture. Ethan occupied a nearby seat, stealing occasional glances towards the dressing room. Speaking of which... Perhaps the styling could be momentarily put on hold? The most crucial matter was saving Diana's image! Recalling the scene from earlier in the morning, Ethan could feel a faint headache throbbing at his temples. Inside the dressing room. After three hours had passed, Diana was drifting in a half-asleep state when she suddenly heard a no