Chapter 5

Over the next two days, Manuel kept sending me intimate photos of himself with Diana.

The backgrounds ranged from hospital rooms to high-end restaurants to the passenger seat of Diana's sports car.

In every photo, Diana looked at him tenderly.

I read them all without replying and blocked them directly.

Until the night before the wedding, I received a message from Diana's best friend:

[Julian, Diana is just being stubborn. The person she loves most in her heart is still you.]

[Come to SKY Hotel tomorrow. She'll definitely propose to you on the spot and give you a makeup wedding!]

I looked at the screen, sneered, and tapped lightly.

[Sure, I'll definitely be there!]

How could I not go?

My engagement ceremony with Angel was also at SKY Hotel.

As if the provocation wasn't enough, Manuel soon sent me a video.

In the video, Diana's friends laughed mockingly, loudly jeering.

"Diana, your fiancé is so ungrateful. Looking so ugly but daring to throw a tantrum at you?"

"Exactly! He's not even half as handsome and considerate as Manuel!"

The camera shook and finally focused on Diana's face.

She held a wine glass, her face showing some drunkenness, smiling contemptuously:

"Before, I indulged him because he was obedient. Now that he's not obedient, he needs to be taught a lesson."

"Well said! Diana really knows how to manage her husband!"

Everyone laughed loudly, egging Diana and Manuel on to drink a toast.

I didn't continue watching. I just calmly blocked Manuel's contact.

The next day, in the VIP dressing room on the top floor of SKY Hotel, I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window.

The makeup artist used makeup remover to wipe away the spots and dullness on my face bit by bit.

When the last bit of disguise faded, a stunningly handsome, refined face appeared in the mirror.

I changed into the haute couture suit the Williams family had sent, inlaid with 999 small diamonds.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of SKY Hotel.

Diana had arranged the proposal scene like a dream, with roses covering the entire hall.

Although it was under the guise of proposing to Manuel, she kept looking toward the entrance, her eyes showing undisguised anxiety.

Manuel held her arm, saying sweetly:

"Diana, don't worry. He'll definitely come!"

But after a full hour, I still hadn't appeared.

The anticipation in Diana's eyes gradually turned to irritation.

Just as she was about to lose her temper, the hotel manager suddenly ran in, sweating profusely.

"Miss Diana! Please wrap this up quickly!"

"Today the top floor is hosting the heiress of the Williams family's wedding of the century. All the big shots from the capital are here. If we disturb the distinguished guests, we're all dead!"

Manuel froze for a moment, then took Diana's arm and said quietly:

"Should we go up and see? Just in case it really is like Julian said, we should go congratulate Julian, right?"

Diana snorted coldly:

"How is that possible? Let's go up and see!"

She led Manuel and a group of friends to the top floor banquet hall.

As she walked, she took out her phone, clicked on my profile picture, and sent a voice message:

"Stop this, Julian. The Williams family princess is having her engagement party today. I already know you were lying."

"Get to me within ten minutes, and I'll pretend all your nonsense before never happened."

Just as her voice message was successfully sent.

The priceless rosewood door in front of her slowly pushed open to both sides.

Thousands of spotlights suddenly shone down. I walked out in that brilliant suit, step by step, in full view of everyone.

That devastatingly handsome face was completely exposed to everyone's sight without reservation.

Outside the door, Diana was instantly thunderstruck.

She stared fixedly at that face of mine, then at my all-too-familiar figure.

Her brain completely crashed, and she murmured in disbelief:

"Ju... Julian? Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

She wanted to rush over like a madwoman.

But before she could get within three meters of me, several bodyguards in black instantly pressed her firmly to the ground.

A crisp, proud, and extremely oppressive female voice rang out from behind me:

"What trash dares to block my husband's way?"