Alaric's hand, holding the phone, tightened up, his veins bulging.

With a bang, the phone was thrown out and smashed into pieces on the coffee table.

"Stop her!"

Almost gritting their teeth, the servants, in a panic, tried to stop the Diana before she went downstairs.

The lady of the House of Owen, representing the entire House of Owen, must dress appropriately and gracefully, the collar must reach the neck, the color must be plain, and the hair must be coiled.

The dress is custom-made and the style is designed by a professional, and there has never been any mistake in the three years...

Diana, wearing a long fishtail dress, wound her way down the spiral staircase. With her head held high, she looked like a lofty queen.

Reporters swarmed forward, separated by bodyguards, and some unconventional reporters broke through the siege and rushed to Diana, wanting her to admit her divorce in person to get the first-hand exclusive.

The bodyguards beat the journalists up and made them look for microphones all over the floor in no time.

No one dared to do it again, not even to take pictures.

Diana smiled, a smile that was so charming that it was said that Mrs.Alaric was a lady of noble birth, one in a hundred.

Today I saw that the charm in her smile, the coquetry in her bones, the beauty in every cell, it left men stunned and women jealous.

Everyone gasped in astonishment.

Diana turned and walked into the restaurant.

The gathering began at a dinner party, and now it's gone.

All the House of Howard members have taken their seats.

No one dared to complain that the House of Owen had not shown up for a long time. This also demonstrated the status of the House of Owen, which no one questioned and no one shook.

The obsidian table, the luxurious tableware, the Swarovski crystal chandelier above the head, the atmosphere was elegant and noble.

Sitting behind the door were the head of the House of Howard, the mistress of the House of Howard, followed by Alina, Callie, Fiona.

She?

She's just the least favored Diana of the House of Howard, whom they jokingly call illegitimate.

In the quiet dining room, no one would be happy about her appearance. Besides, the House of Howard regarded the divorce as a misfortune and a great disgrace to the family.

If it weren't for the thought of getting a share of the divorce or seeing which young lady could take her place and marry into the House of Owen, no one would show up.

She had just taken her seat when she heard Miss Callie, whispering to each other.

"I said three years ago that in no more than three years Mr. Alaric would kick her out, a fine horse deserves a fine saddle, and her illegitimate daughter deserves to marry into this family?"

"I've heard that they've been married for three years, separated for three years, and Mr. Alaric has never touched her? No wonder they can't lay eggs!"

"The news that this time she was kicked out by Mr. Alaric will soon spread, the woman Mr. Alaric doesn't want, no one dares to want again..."

"Could it be that last month she jumped into the sea to get Alaric's attention and became a laughingstock, angering Alaric?"

"The funny thing is that after being rescued, Mr. Alaric, fearing that she wouldn't be satisfied, gave her a knife and ordered her to cut her wrist. She gave in and threw the knife into the sea. How funny! Not afraid of losing the face of the House of Howard..."

Suicide by throwing herself into the sea?

She remembers last month at the cruise ship's luxury party, standing on the deck looking at the night view, she fell down for no reason.

It must not have been a coincidence...

"Diana, are you really going to divorce Mr. Alaric?"

Sitting beside Diana was Fiona, the youngest daughter of the House of Howard.

Diana picked up the goblet on the table, took a small sip, smiled, and curved her bright red lips.

The young lady and Callie also looked at her out of the corner of their eye, and only then did they notice that she was not the same as before. She used to be plain and plain, always dressed in grey and white, never dared to raise her head to speak in public, and knew that she was a pug raised by Mr. Alaric, kicked out and would roll back to lick her master's shoes.

She was less humble than a servant.

Now she was dressed in bright red, with haughty eyebrows and haughty eyes, and there was no connection at all with the old her, so the two began to murmur to each other:

"As the young lady of the House of Owen, she's dressed like this. No wonder she's a stray dog."

Of course, it was to cover up the embarrassment after being kicked out.

Instead of responding directly to thank Fiona, Diana said, "Fiona, Mr. Alaric asked me about you. You know, Mr. Alaric always likes young and quiet women. He also said..."

After all, Fiona's face turned red all the way to her ears when she heard the first half of the sentence.

"What else did Mr. Alaric say?" It was obvious to the discerning that Diana was mocking them for being old and talkative, but Callie's interest in Mr. Alaric was much greater than her displeasure, and she even had an extra expectation out of the air.

"Is there anything Mr. Alaric says that anyone can comment on?"

A voice came from behind, and everyone looked at the entrance of the restaurant in unison, surrounded by a large crowd, with an elderly woman of high status.

All the House of Howard members stood up, terrified, in awe, nodding their heads, fearing that if they were not in place, they would be punished with ill-mannered words and bring shame to the family.

Besides, the person who came was Mrs. Rosa.

Seated, without Mrs. Rosa's permission, the House of Howard did not dare to sit, standing one by one like students in front of a teacher who could not hand in their homework.

Diana, however, was lounging in her European floral chair and did not stand up from beginning to end.

Mrs. Rosa was displeased. Good manners made her restrain herself. Anyway, she was going to be kicked out of the House of Owen. For the sake of the big picture, she didn't mind.

"The House of Howard invited the media just to get a bit more benefit, butler, let the reporters leave first." Lady Rosa, with her back straight and her head and neck slightly raised at a 45-degree Angle, was as noble as a swan.

"Mrs. Rosa, the Mrs.Alaric said he would treat the reporters with hospitality and announce something important."

Mrs. Rosa raised her eyelids slowly: "Take the contract to her to sign. Occupying the chicken coop and not laying eggs, she probably won't have the face to stay."

That "she" was referring to Diana, of course.

The old butler responded in a businesslike manner, taking out the divorce agreement and placing it in front of Diana, along with a Parker gold pen, and said:

Miss Diana, when you married the Mrs.Alaric, the agreement was very clear. If you divorced, you would receive a remuneration of five billion as compensation for these three years.

"Remuneration," the butler used the word "remuneration", and changed the title of the young lady to Miss Howard...

Diana glared coldly at Mrs.Rosa. A mere butler, without any instruction, would not have been so presumptuous and used such an insulting word, remuneration?

Did she act as a prostitute who had been sold for three years?

No!

Five billion...

To be precise, it should have been sold for three years... High-class prostitute!

The Howard couple and their eldest daughter Callie, lured by money, all opened their eyes wide. The House of Owen paid five billion as casually as a tip.

"Miss Howard, if there is no problem, please sign in the lower right corner."

Diana pursed her lips and gave the agreement a faint glance:

"There's a problem."