Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1108: She’s Just a Slut

The next day, Yuric Thatcher drove his sports car to Dianna’s school entrance and called her.

"Hello." Dianna’s cool and elegant voice came through.

Yuric squeezed his phone, "Dianna, have you finished school? I’m at your school entrance. Can you honor me tonight? I’ll treat you to dinner."

Dianna remained silent for two seconds then said, "Yuric, don’t waste time on me, no matter how much my mom likes you, there’s no possibility for us."

Yuric stiffened. As a wealthy Crown Prince, he was incredibly popular, with countless girls who liked him, but Dianna was the exception.

She ruthlessly rejected him, offering no hope or opportunities.

"Dianna..." Yuric wanted to speak more.

But the "beep beep" sound came, indicating the busy tone; Dianna had hung up.

Yuric could already picture the girl’s indifferent and cold expression; he was sure that if it weren’t for the friendship between the Thatchers and Youngs, she wouldn’t even bother speaking to him.

Over the past three years, countless people pursued her but they all hit a wall.

...

Feeling down, Yuric drove straight to the bar to drink away his sorrows.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

The melodious ringtone rang once, then connected, and a deep, magnetic voice came through, "Hello, Yuric."

It was Cain Shaw.

Yuric admired his uncle-in-law greatly, almost idolizing him, so after being rejected by the girl he loved, he immediately called Cain for comfort.

"Hey, Uncle, are you free now? Come over to the bar; I’ll treat you to a drink."

Cain heard the noise in the background and frowned, asking, "Yuric, are you drinking in a bar?"

"Yeah."

"Does Dianna know you’re drinking in a bar? Why haven’t you spent time with her if you have time?"

Yuric paused, surprised that his uncle mentioned Dianna. His uncle should not be familiar with Dianna, right?

"Uncle, did you... know Dianna before?" Yuric asked perplexedly.

Cain realized he said something he shouldn’t; it was just... Dianna was surely going to marry Yuric, and he didn’t want Yuric loitering in bars.

Cain owned many entertainment venues, bars, upscale clubs, and casinos where people squandered fortunes, surrounded by beautiful women—a temptation factory. He had seen many men lose themselves there, resulting in broken families, so he hoped Yuric would avoid such places.

Now Yuric was asking if he and Dianna knew each other before.

Cain thought of what Jodie Young had said, Dianna and his past was already a stain in her life, "No, I don’t know her."

He said, he didn’t know her.

Yuric nodded, finding his earlier thoughts ridiculous; how could Dianna know his uncle?

"Uncle, I’m not here for a fun night; I wanted to date Dianna. I even drove to pick her up from school, but Dianna didn’t even show up. She told me over the phone that there’s no possibility between us, Uncle, I’ve been rejected." Yuric said, heartbroken.

Cain’s eyes subtly shifted — she... rejected Yuric?

Why?

Cain always thought she liked Yuric too, being already engaged, but she actually rejected him.

"Uncle, how do I pursue a girl like Dianna? Other girls like luxury bags, food, travel, or romance, but Dianna seems to like nothing. Whatever I do, I can’t touch her heart."

On this point, Cain agreed; he had seen many girls, but Dianna was the most unique.

Her gaze was never attracted to external glamor; she was serene and resilient, born with a proud demeanor — coolly beautiful.

No matter what courting attacks Yuric or other wealthy heirs launched, she remained unmoved.

What did she like?

Cain also didn’t know.

"Uncle, are you really busy now? I really want to talk to you, learn a bit about love experience. Can you come drink with me?"

Cain pressed his thin lips briefly, "Yuric, stop drinking; send me your location, I’m coming over now."

Ending the call, Yuric sent his location to Cain, he felt quite strange that his uncle was really coming.

Yuric ordered two cocktails; just then a group of self-indulgent heirs arrived at the neighboring table, all with some family background but personally not doing well. The leader was Jack Alden.

Yuric knew Jack, the Alden family held significant power in City of Crestfall; this self-indulgent heir Jack loved indulging in food, drink, and women, changing girlfriends as often as clothes, experienced with countless women.

Initially, Yuric didn’t pay attention to these people but soon heard a familiar name from their mouths — Dianna.

These heirs sat down to smoke and drink, excitedly discussing Dianna.

"Brother Jake, you pursued our ice beauty Dianna recently, did you succeed?" one heir asked.

Jack lay half-reclined on the sofa, an arm around a woman. His hands were indecently roaming on her body, but at the mention of Dianna, he immediately lost interest in the woman, "Damn, who told you to bring up Dianna?"

"Brother Jake, looking at your fired-up reaction, you must not have won Dianna over?"

"Brother Jake, someone as experienced as you usually brings a target to a hotel room within two hours for a good time, didn’t expect you’d slip up."

"Brother Jake, don’t doubt your charm, Dianna is really damn hard to get, no rich kid circle has succeeded in winning her yet."

Jack’s arm-around woman coquettishly asked, "Brother Jake, who is Dianna? Do you like her a lot, is she very beautiful?"

Jack took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled. Dianna’s cool and exquisite little face flashed in his mind, and looking at the woman in his arms now — her nose was altered, her face coated with cosmetics — previously okay for fun, but compared to Dianna, she was just ordinary.

Jack let out a cold laugh, "How could you compare to her?"

The woman, "..."

"Brother Jake, could you really be smitten with Dianna?"

"Yesterday at Yuric’s birthday party, Dianna attended. News of the Thatcher and Young family alliance spread; Dianna will surely be the future daughter-in-law of the Thatcher family."...

Jack’s expression turned gloomy; he loved and hated Dianna, hence he sneered, "I can’t believe the Thatcher family would want a lower-class girl!"

Lower-class girl?

"Brother Jake, what do you mean?"

Jack chuckled maliciously, "Damn, you don’t know what a lower-class girl is? It means she’s already been with men, she’s not a virgin."