Chapter 401 Fighting
Diana arrived alone and had been staying by the pool without drawing much attention.
Now, as everyone looked over, they saw her with her head tilted, one hand covering her cheek, her expression unreadable.
"Who is she? Why is Stella so mad?"
"Didn't you hear? She's supposedly a mistress."
"Trying to seduce Mr. Percy? That's gutsy."
Whispers spread through the crowd.
Stella and Charles were about to get married, and now a third party had shown up at this critical moment.
Everyone's curiosity was piqued.
For this group of wealthy elites, having a few mistresses was pretty normal.
But causing a scene in public? That was rare.
Some savvy guests frowned. Stella was too impulsive. Once she married into the Percy family, she could have dealt with these mistresses privately.
Making a scene now would only damage Charles' reputation.
It seemed today wouldn't end well.
Just as everyone tried to get a clear look at Diana's face, another sharp slap echoed.
This time, it was Stella who got hit.
Diana used all her strength, and Stella's head buzzed. Moments later, her cheek burned, half her face swelling red, her hair disheveled, looking utterly miserable.
"You dare hit me!" Stella screamed in rage, lunging forward.
Diana pushed her away, her tongue pressing against her cheek, wincing in pain.
Her lips were wet. She touched them and found blood.
Ignoring her appearance, she wiped it with the back of her hand, smearing blood near her nose, making her look even worse.
But Diana's hand was still numb. She had hit Stella much harder.
"What's your problem? Did I provoke you?"
Two servants had appeared beside Stella, holding her up, glaring at Diana.
"How dare you say that? You seduced my fiancé! I hit you because you deserve it!"
Stella jumped, restrained by the servants, or she would have charged again.
"Let go of me!"
"Crazy."
Diana saw no point in explaining.
Stella already had a bias against her. Charles bringing her to sign the breakup contract was a provocation.
Diana rolled her eyes, feeling even more annoyed with Charles.
He knew what today would be like and still pushed her out as a shield.
"You dare insult me? Grab her!"
Stella's eyes widened in fury, losing her usual gentle demeanor, looking like a demon from hell.
The two servants exchanged glances, then, urged by Stella, grabbed Diana's arms.
They were much stronger than Diana, and she was immobilized.
"Get off!" Diana's tone was icy, but she showed no fear, staring straight at Stella.
Her gaze almost pierced Stella. Why? Despite being similar to Diana, Charles chose a stranger over her.
Stella had investigated Charles' late wife to understand his preferences and had seen her photo.
It was a wedding photo. The man looked cold and unapproachable.
The woman in the wedding photo wore a white dress, her face noble and aloof, but her smile seemed forced, creating a strange dissonance.
Stella thought Charles liked this type, so she tried to imitate the Diana she saw in the photo.
Gentle, considerate, always smiling.
That was Stella's understanding.
But she didn't know the wedding photo wasn't taken together.
It was separately shot and photoshopped.
Diana's smile was awkward because a green screen person sat where Charles should have been.
She felt awkward but forced a smile for the photo.
Stella, misunderstanding, imitated Diana for years. She never understood why Charles, even drunk and confused, could instantly tell she wasn't Diana.
The woman standing before her now resembled Charles' late wife even more than she did, but her defiant eyes made people want to destroy her.
If only she didn't exist, Charles would surely marry her.
This thought suddenly crossed Stella's mind.
She quickly acted on it, stepping forward to slap Diana again.
Diana wouldn't let her hit twice. Even with her arms restrained, she bent down, grabbed the servants' arms, and kicked Stella away.
Stella fell, her dress tearing.
Now, not only did her face hurt, but her bones felt like they were falling apart.
The nosebleed on Diana's face looked tragic, but Stella's internal injuries were far more severe.
Tears streamed down her face as she gasped and cried.
But she was still agitated, "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
The servants, seeing Stella on the ground, let go of Diana and helped Stella up.
Diana flexed her wrist and said quietly, "Why come after me? I didn't break off the engagement. If you have the guts, go hit Charles. What does hitting me prove?"
Her voice was low, only Stella and the two servants could hear.
Stella, her thoughts exposed, grew angrier, raising her voice, "You homewrecker! How dare you say that?"
Diana didn't want to argue. She had been slapped but had hit back and even kicked. It was even.
"Think what you want. I don't care to argue with you."
She turned to leave.
But as she looked up, she saw the guests had formed a circle, watching the drama.
Jennifer and Angie were at the front, their expressions curious.
Both thought, 'Isn't she Eugene's date? How did she suddenly become a mistress?'
But Eugene, looking indifferent, watching the show, made them more puzzled.
Jennifer, seeing Stella's swollen face, felt satisfied.
She stepped forward, shielding Diana, "Stella, don't push it. Aren't you the White family heiress? Making a scene like this is embarrassing. I'm ashamed for you."
Diana was surprised. She hadn't expected Jennifer, who she'd only exchanged a few words, to stand up for her.
Jennifer, seeing Diana's stunned look, thought she was scared and whispered, "Don't be afraid. My family is rich too. We're not scared of her. You hit her well! It was satisfying!"
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