Alaric let go of the woman's chin and ordered with great authority, "Open the door and treat warmly. I have something important to announce."

Saying this, his rough thumb touched the Diana's lips and stroked her pretty lips: "The reporter you brought in, the result is announced, I hope you can handle it."

Diana laughed unhurriedly, feeling the servant loosen her grip a little.

Indeed, she was trained in the harshest way by the family’s rules and had a great ability to read the master's face.

She suddenly opened her mouth and bit the man's wild thumb on her lip!

The servant, holding the golden tray in both hands, devoutly presented the white embroidered silk handkerchief.

The man did not pick up the handkerchief to wipe his fingers, which were smeared with saliva, but rather clung to Diana in an unfathomable manner

Diana gasped, no wonder she had been so infatuated with him before, a seductive look that few women could resist, but she was no longer the one who had been waiting for love and begging for favor.

"Mr. Alaric . Divorce should be a big deal for you. I've been very considerate to call the media for you to announce it to the world so that you can get married again in glory."

"You are so considerate that I will surely not let you down."

"Of course, don't change your mind when the time comes and make people look down on you." Alaric is so proud that the word "disdainful" is Diana's "deposit" that cannot be changed.

"Intending to go on like this?"

"Certainly not." Diana voluntarily withdrew. It was such a fine day, of course she wanted to be glamorous. She took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned back and said lazily:

"Well, last night was my first time, as a parting gift for you," she said.

Alaric turned his head and stared at Diana's receding figure with a half-smile.

"Master, the madam has been behaving strangely these days. Do you want a doctor to examine..." David the butler was about to utter the word "brain", but swallowed it back.

"Strange behavior?" It's really strange. I used to stick to him, beg him, cry and commit suicide to get his attention, but now I'm retreating to advance?

Alaric snorted coldly: "It's just a last gasp, a last-ditch effort!"

A swarm of fly-like servants followed Diana back to the room.

In the milk bath, with a few red rose petals floating in the basin, Diana ordered the red wine to be poured, held a petal in her hand, and watched the milk trickle through her fingers little by little. It was no surprise that this would be her last night at the House of Owen.

For three years of marrying into the House of Owen, Alaric treated her as chewed gum, not to mention touching her, even a glance at her was too much, and all her efforts were treated as a solo performance by a buffoon.

Thanks to the man who changed her character so much that she finally didn't have to live such a humble life as walking on thin ice.

"Madam, your phone number."

Diana lay lazily by the bathtub, lifted her eyelids and hung the Bluetooth on her ear.

"Make sure you have a new type of toxin in your blood. Once this toxin exceeds the limit in your body, it can cause a big change in your personality, and also memory decline. In severe cases, some of your memories will be lost..."

"Such a large dose doesn't happen in a day. I think you should test your food, personal items, if they have been tampered with..."

"Also, don't forget to take the medicine. Although it may not change your personality and partially lost memory, it will at least ensure your temporary safety."

"Tests are not necessary because tonight - it will be my last night at the House of Owen..."

As she hung up the phone, she hooked her finger and the goblet fell into her hand, squinting her sharp phoenix eyes and casually shaking the wine-red liquid in the cup, which shone brightly under Swarovski's crystal chandelier.

"cheers." She raised her glass and suddenly looked towards the camera, her pink lips pushing out a lip shape.

Only Alaric, a pervert, could install a camera in the bathroom. She raised her glass to him and to the man who had changed her personality and partially lost her memory.

No matter who that person is, it's believed that divorce is the situation that all three parties hope to see together.

Outside the lens

The man's sinister, sharp eyes were fixed on the camera, and the woman's skin, whiter and more alluring than milk, swayed with the milk to create a charming springtime glow, reminding him of the seductive look she had had beneath him last night.

He held back, trying to reach in and tear the woman's smiling face apart to see what trick she was trying to play.

The woman suddenly looked at him through the screen as if she had predicted that he would be peeping from the other end of the frame...

Raise a glass to cheers?

Is he trying to challenge whether he can stand up to grandpa's pressure and dare to divorce her?

Or to raise a glass to celebrate the impending achievement of his goal?

Alaric snapped off the monitor.

"Who did the young lady call?"

"I can't find out..."

"Can't find it? Swallow this back and take the head off for me!"

Alaric roared and made butler David shiver, lowering his head and saying, "I'll have someone check again right away."

With that, he raised his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and stammered, "The servant said..."

"Say what! ?"

"Say... It was a man on the phone with the young lady...

“……”

Alaric glances at David strangely: "Man?"

A pet that has been kept in the House of Owen's enclosure for three years has never even received a private call from the House of Howard. Now tell him that the person on the phone with her is a man! ?

Behind David, the servant knocked on the door in small steps to report:

"Master, the madam has come out of the bath. She asked me to show you this."

The young maid offered her phone with both hands and stole a glance at Alaric, her eyes welling up with peach blossoms.

Alaric picked up the phone, which was streaming a video, and the servant was pulling up the zipper that she couldn't reach on her back bit by bit.

Turning around and facing the camera, the woman was dressed in a bright red lace cutout fishtail dress with a V-neck design, revealing half of her charm.

The brilliance of the bright red dress, her shapely figure, and her slightly made-up makeup create her stunning beauty, and any bit more or less would be superfluous.

The woman deliberately pulled her collar down again in front of the camera, and the scenery she was trying to hide popped out, almost impossible to hide, and her proud retro red lips opened and closed in front of the camera, saying:

"Alaric, this festive color, do you like it?"