Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bad Girl Reborn: Kabanata 371 - Kabanata 380

"I'm fine," Leah said softly, lifting her head. She stood there, her already exquisite face displaying a hint of sickness, a touch of restrained vulnerability. She looked at Ms. Jones and Hansen. "Since Amy is so eager to perform with me, I'll accompany her." As she spoke, she lowered her gaze, appearing somewhat fragile. Ms. Jones noticed something amiss. "Leah, you seem genuinely unwell. Perhaps we should skip today." But Amy wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. "Ms. Jones, Leah doesn't seem physically unwell. It's probably just nerves." Diana was about to speak, but she noticed Leah's hand, held by Amy, squeezing it slightly. She hesitated, keeping her words to herself. Leah stood there, sounding somewhat resigned. "I am feeling a bit unwell, but I can still play the piano. Mr. Hansen, Aunt Jones, I'll go ahead." Mr. Hansen, holding a glass of red wine, nodded approvingly. He had initially suspected Leah of lackin

Diana nodded. Unusually so. Mitbahl managed to show some restraint for once, which was progress. He smiled faintly, pulling out a knife as delicate as a cicada's wing from his pocket. "Silly, silently disposing of them, without a trace; that's what a professional assassin should be capable of." Misoup pondered for a moment. "You go." "Sure, watch and learn from big brother~" Mitbahl, twirling his manicured finger, headed into the club. Diana grabbed his collar firmly. "You damn well get back here!" "Madam?" "Who told you we were thrown out by someone?" Diana was feeling drained. "Get back in the car, Mitbahl. Let's head back to the villa and avoid any trouble." "Alright," Mitbahl grumbled as he reluctantly climbed back into the car. Diana settled into the backseat and pulled out her phone to send a message to John. She sent several messages in a row, but there was no respo

"Ah! Ah!!!" Nisbet cried out in agony. After realizing what had happened, Nisbet fell to his knees by the car door, howling like a wounded animal. His hand! A thin blade was impaled through the back of his hand, pinning it to the car door! "What are you all waiting for?! Kill that man!" Nisbet yelled at his subordinates. His subordinates snapped back to reality, immediately scrambling to pick up the guns on the ground. But as they bent down, they felt a rush of wind pass by! Mitbahl had somehow appeared beside them, and with one swift move, he took down one big man after another, their cries echoing in the air. In less than a moment, Nisbet's once intimidating henchmen were all sprawled on the roadside, groaning in pain. Mitbahl casually flipped his long hair and wore a smug expression. Well, not one of them could put up a fight. If it weren't for his madam being present, he would have taken care

"Don't move," John cautioned, holding her waist. "What's wrong?" Diana inquired. "We might start a fire with all that friction," he replied with a sly grin. Diana's mind raced for a moment before she caught on to his meaning. "You... are you being naughty?" She blinked, and then immediately realized she might have crossed a line. ... With a swift movement, Diana's face turned crimson. "I won't move... let's just sleep," she stammered, scrambling to extricate herself from John's embrace and clutching the bedsheet in a fluster. John's eyes, like a phoenix's, narrowed as he gazed intently at the petite woman before him, as if she were his prey. He had assumed she'd grown bolder, but it seemed he had overestimated her. She talked a big game, but when it came to action, she was nothing more than a harmless bunny. He couldn't help but think... Of devouring her. Diana was getting ready to slip under the

"Diana is the daughter of my dearest friend, and I trust my judgment," Ms. Jones said confidently. She turned to Diana and Leah. "Let's head over to the stage for our performance." "Of course, Aunt Jones," Diana replied. As they were about to leave, Emily crossed her arms and raised her voice, "Ms. Jones, I can't quite figure out this 'Thompson' girl, but I must warn you, that 'Leah' is completely unfit to be a pianist. Don't let her tarnish your reputation!" "You need not worry about that, and I have some advice for you as well," Ms. Jones retorted calmly. With that, Ms. Jones led the two young musicians away. Emily furrowed her brow. What did this mean? Was she undermining Scarlett? Scarlett was her proudest student; how could she tarnish her reputation? It was utter nonsense! "Scarlett, let's go," Emily said, looking at Scarlett and preparing to leave. However, Scarlett remained standing in place. "Professor... I hav