Chapter 285 Who Were You Talking to On the Phone?
It was still morning for Dean, who was munching on his breakfast while listening to Diana.
"I had a close call with an explosion recently. I think it was aimed at me, not just a coincidence."
Dean nearly choked on his food when he heard her say this so nonchalantly. He coughed a few times before managing to rasp out.
"Diana, are you okay? It must be those guys. You hardly ever go out, and the one time you do, something happens? Who would believe that's a coincidence? Damn it, I'm coming over there to beat the crap out of them."
"I'm fine, calm down. Their methods were sloppy. I saw through them. They even tried to frame innocent people. Disgusting."
Seeing that she still had the energy to curse, Dean felt a bit relieved and continued, "I've been keeping an eye on things, but I'm too far away to stop them in time. Diana, if you notice anything off, run."
Diana chuckled. Running was easy; the trick was to do it without leaving a trace.
Her tone lightened, "Why don't you come here? I need you."
On the other end, Dean paused mid-drink, suddenly excited.
This meeting was like a reunion after a death for him. The person he thought was gone forever was really going to stand before him. How could he not be excited?
"Okay! Diana, I'll buy a ticket and come to you right now!"
Diana smiled, "No rush. I can't go out for a while. I'll figure out a way to sneak out and meet you."
Just as she finished speaking, the door burst open.
Diana's smile vanished instantly. Without waiting for Dean's reply, she quickly exited the Dark Web, destroying the message.
She turned to see Tessa entering the room.
Tessa was holding a glass of milk, her eyes probing. When she saw Diana looking at her, she forced a polite smile and said, "Ms. Spencer, I had the chef prepare some milk. It's good for pregnant women. You should drink it and get some rest."
"Don't you have any manners? Who told you to come in without knocking?" The milk was almost at Diana's lips, and the smell hit her hard.
Diana covered her nose and scooted further into the bed, saying, "I don't want it! Take it away!"
Tessa, looking a bit hurt, stepped back, spilling some milk on her chest.
The smell intensified, and Diana couldn't help but gag.
"Get out!" she snapped.
Tessa was clearly doing this on purpose. It wasn't a secret that Diana couldn't stand milk. Every morning, her meals were prepared with juice instead.
Tessa retreated, looking meek and submissive.
Once she left the room, she muttered under her breath, "Chatting and laughing with some man. I kindly brought her milk, and she doesn't even appreciate it! Ungrateful!"
She downed the milk in one gulp, licking her lips as if savoring it.
As she reached the stairway, she bumped into Charles.
"Mr. Percy," Tessa greeted nervously.
As a servant, she wasn't supposed to be wandering around during non-working hours.
But Charles glanced at the empty glass in her hand, guessing she had been delivering something to Diana, and said nothing.
As they were about to pass each other, Tessa bit her lip and suddenly spoke, "Mr. Percy, there's something I don't know if I should tell you."
Charles stopped, his voice cold, "If you shouldn't say it, then shut up."
He hated when people were cryptic.
"Mr. Percy, I just heard Ms. Spencer talking to a man on the phone!"
She closed her eyes, finally spilling what she had overheard.
As expected, Charles' face darkened upon hearing this. He turned and demanded, "What did you say?"
Tessa, frightened by his gaze, shivered and continued, "I heard Ms. Spencer saying she needed to find a way to meet him, that she really needed him."
Charles' fists clenched, almost believing her.
Trying to run away again! Was staying with him so unbearable?
He lowered his voice and ordered, "Don't let her leave the house, and don't let anyone meet her!"
Tessa nodded eagerly, secretly pleased. 'Diana, your good days are over!'
After giving these instructions, Charles stormed to Diana's room.
This time, she had locked the door from the inside.
This only fueled Charles' suspicions.
Seeing this, Tessa quickly offered, "I have a spare key. I'll go get it."
Before she could leave, Diana opened the door.
She had changed into pajamas, her forehead and collar still damp, with faint kiss marks on her neck.
Tessa blushed, wanting to take a closer look.
But Charles grabbed Diana's hand and pushed her back into the room, locking the door behind them.
"What were you doing? Why did you take so long to open the door?"
Diana looked puzzled, wiping her forehead, "I was washing up. What's with you guys? Can't anyone knock?"
Charles lowered his head, sniffing her face like an animal.
It was indeed the scent of her usual face wash. She wasn't lying.
Feeling slightly reassured, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.
The dampness transferred to him, but he didn't care.
Diana's expression changed. She clenched her fists and hit his back, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"
Charles' body was as hard as a rock. Her punches didn't affect him, but her hands hurt.
His chest rumbled as he spoke, "Who were you talking to on the phone?"
Diana paused, looking up at him incredulously, "You had Tessa spy on me?"
No one else had been on the second floor earlier. Who else could have eavesdropped and tattled?
Charles didn't even remember Tessa's name. Ignoring her question, he pressed on, "So, you were talking to someone, right? Was it Billy? I won't let you meet him. Forget about it."
Billy, Billy, always Billy.
Diana couldn't tell who was more obsessed with him.
She pushed Charles away, shouting, "Do you always believe what others say? I wasn't talking to him. I was watching a show. Check for yourself if you don't believe me!"
Charles pursed his lips. Diana handed him her phone.
She didn't have many contacts, and he knew them all. Scrolling to the bottom, he saw Billy's name.
Though the chat history was deleted, the dates showed they hadn't talked today.
Diana glared at him, clearly upset.
If she didn't clear this up now, who knew how Tessa would slander her next?
"I misunderstood you," Charles said, his tone devoid of apology, but his fingers moved quickly.
He deleted Billy and Noah from her contacts.
Then, noticing a contact labeled "Crazy man," he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who's this?"
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