Chapter 378 Canceling the Engagement
Stella froze, her hand on the doorknob, unable to turn around and face him.
"Nolan will pick out some properties for you to choose from, and any roles or projects you want to pursue can be discussed with him. The contracts will be prepared for you."
Offering properties, contracts, and even extending cooperation with the White Group with benefits.
Any one of these would be a dream come true for others.
But Stella couldn't feel happy.
Because these were breakup gifts.
Why? They had just decided to get married a few days ago, and she was even willing to forgo the marriage certificate.
But now, why was it suddenly ending?
Stella racked her brain, unable to figure out what she had done wrong.
Her lips trembled, and she turned around, her confusion turning into a single question, "Why?"
"No reason. The contract stated from the beginning that I could terminate it at any time."
That was true, but it shouldn't be now.
She had waited for so many years, almost reaching the point of marriage, and now, without doing anything wrong, it was suddenly terminated.
Who could accept that?
"Did I do something wrong? I can change, Charles, we were about to get married."
Stella's voice was hoarse, stumbling as she tried to admit fault.
"You didn't do anything wrong. I just don't want to continue."
She wanted to leave, to pretend she hadn't heard anything, but that was impossible.
Stella could only force a smile, one that looked worse than crying, "If I didn't do anything wrong, why can't we continue?"
Charles looked at her, but she avoided his gaze.
"I don't want these things. We were about to get married. Did my parents say something to you? It's okay if our families don't extend their cooperation."
The more she spoke, the less confident she became. She seemed to have asked for too much.
But she was supposed to be the future mistress of the Percy Group; she was entitled to enjoy all of this.
Yet men seemed to dislike overly greedy women.
As she spoke, Stella's eyes reddened.
But Charles remained indifferent, looking at her as if she were a stranger.
"Stella, I thought you were smart. Our contract was always about mutual benefit. Don't play dumb in front of me. The wedding is off, and our cooperation ends here."
"No, I don't want that! Charles, you can't do this to me."
Stella's smile faltered, tears streaming down her face as she cried, but Charles remained unmoved, even frowning in disgust.
"If there's anything else you want within reason, you can ask. If you're worried about negative public opinion after we separate, I'll have a suitable announcement prepared for you."
"I want you not to leave me! I don't want to separate."
Stella's eyes were red, her voice rising, as if only by doing so could she muster the courage to negotiate with Charles.
Charles' gaze was cold and indifferent.
Seeing his expression, Stella felt a chill in her heart.
Suddenly, Diana's face flashed in her mind, and she paused her crying, speaking, "Is it because of that woman? Does she look more like Diana than I do?"
"Don't mention her name."
Charles frowned.
If he had known this would happen today, he wouldn't have let Stella come.
Because her presence made it clear to everyone that he had been living with Diana's substitute all these years.
Seeing his reaction, Stella understood completely.
He never liked her; his heart was cold, and the only thing that could catch his eye was this face.
Earlier, she had said that woman looked like her, but in reality, they both resembled Diana, and that woman looked even more like her.
A strong sense of unwillingness surged in her heart. They had only met once, and he was willing to give up years of companionship for that woman?
Previously, Stella hated being Diana's substitute, but now she regretted not resembling Diana enough.
She wiped her tears, her voice pleading, "What part of me doesn't look like her? I can get plastic surgery. I can make myself look exactly like her. Will you look at me then? Please, don't leave me."
As she spoke, tears flowed again, her attitude humble to the extreme.
"No matter how similar you look, you're not her. Enough, don't say anymore." Charles lost patience, his expression stern.
"I'll have Nolan prepare the contract within three days and send it to you. The news of the canceled wedding will be announced when you sign the contract."
He laid out his plans clearly, giving Stella no chance to refuse.
Her face turned pale, overwhelmed by strong emotions. From the beginning, she had been a substitute, unable to speak or vent.
Everything she had now was compensation for sacrificing her youth.
It was already worth it.
But she wanted more.
Stella had thought that no matter how amazing Diana was, she was just a dead person, nothing to worry about.
But now, without Diana's return, an unknown woman had already disrupted her peaceful life.
Stella's lips moved, but she found her words powerless. She could only keep crying, pushing the door open and running out of the room.
She would never give up everything that belonged to her. Why should she?
At the Percy Mansion.
As the car pulled up in front of the mansion, Jacob thought Charles had returned and hurried to the door to greet him.
He first saw Benjamin step out from the back seat, giving him a kind smile, then turned his gaze to the other side.
But what he saw left Jacob completely stunned.
A young woman stepped out from the back seat, her skin delicate, her nose high, her lips pink and pursed, looking somewhat reluctant.
"Ms. Spencer?"
Jacob called out in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
Nolan understood his thoughts, stepping forward to pull Jacob aside, whispering, "This isn't Ms. Spencer, but Mr. Percy is very interested in her, so he brought her back."
"Please arrange a position for her, and as for accommodation, Mr. Percy said she should stay in the guest room."
Jacob's lips moved, glancing at Diana's face, and asked, "Really? She looks so much like her."
Nolan cleared his throat, "We haven't checked yet, but Mr. Percy doesn't care."
As long as she had that face, Charles would accept her, even if she were a man.
Listening to Nolan, Jacob understood the situation.
He sighed in relief, walking over to Diana with a polite smile, "Hello, miss. I'm the mansion's butler, you can call me Jacob."
The familiar title reached her ears, and Diana hesitated only briefly before smiling back, "Jacob."
Her voice was very similar too.
As Jacob listened to her, his thoughts raced.
"Miss, may I ask your name?"
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