Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1145: Damn Little Brat!

He wanted to turn her into his private possession, not allowing any man to covet her.

He even wanted to hide her away, preventing those men from seeing her beauty.

She can only be his!

But...

Mort Thorne slowly curled his cold, dry lips, letting out a self-deprecating laugh, suddenly unsure of what he truly wanted.

Clearly, he had rejected her, yet he still couldn’t stand the idea of her belonging to someone else, desperately wanting her, madly wanting her.

Mort Thorne closed his handsome eyes briefly, then turned to leave.

...

Inside the banquet hall.

Leah Thorne felt uneasy, she brought Dianna Hollis not for this Lord Luth to pursue her, but to create a chance for her brother. Now, clearly, Lord Luth had taken a liking to Dianna Hollis.

Leah Thorne had already spotted Mort Thorne standing in a dark corner, Mort Thorne was here!

Leah Thorne was anxious, brother please come over quickly, someone is trying to take your bride!

The next moment, Leah Thorne saw Mort Thorne turn and walk away.

Her brother had actually left.

Leah Thorne, "..."

Dianna Hollis looked at Lord Luth in front of her, regardless of how those around her teased, her small oval face showed no change in emotion. She said calmly, "Sorry, I’m not here to dance."

Luth was momentarily stunned, his handsome face showing disappointment as Dianna Hollis mercilessly rejected him.

"Miss Hollis..." Luth wanted to plead.

"I’m a bit tired, you all have fun, I’m heading back." Without waiting for Luth to speak, Dianna Hollis simply turned on her heel and left.

Leah Thorne watched Dianna Hollis’s striking figure depart, thinking her future sister-in-law was both cool and stylish!

"Sorry, Lord Luth, we’ll be going now." Leah Thorne also followed in leaving.

Luth was left standing, frozen, with all eyes on him, whispers and surprising remarks about their Lord Luth being rejected.

"Good heavens, Lord Luth actually got rejected, why?"

"Could it be that Lord Luth’s charm is declining?"

"I heard that the Celestial Beauty, Miss Hollis, comes from a big city and has surely met better men than Lord Luth. In comparison, our perfect Lord Luth seems a bit lacking."

Luth’s face turned grim immediately, being rejected by Dianna Hollis was a major blow to his pride, he had never been turned down by a girl before, now everyone was doubting his charm.

At this point, his attendant whispered, "Lord, this Miss Hollis is truly ungrateful, for you to take an interest in her is a tremendous fortune for her. Were it another girl, she’d have been overjoyed."

Watching Dianna Hollis’s distant silhouette, Luth felt unwilling and angry; even in his own territory, she dared to be so aloof, she was destined to be at his mercy sooner or later.

"Come here."

The attendant swiftly leaned closer, "Yes, Lord, what’s your command?"

Luth murmured a few words in the attendant’s ear...

...

Mort Thorne hadn’t gone far; needing a smoke, he found a secluded corner and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Where he stood was very dark, with only a hint of moonlight shining through. Taking out a cigarette, he lit it with the lighter held between his long fingers and exhaled a trace of smoke.

Furrowing his brows, he took a deep drag, finding the nicotine flavor too mild to suppress the agitation within him.

After two puffs, a sweet voice suddenly sounded by his ear, "Sir, would you like to make a friend?"

Mort Thorne raised his eyes, seeing a beautiful woman from Miaojiang, who was a singer here, not only playing music but also serving the palace officials.

Just like the top courtesans in City of Aethelgard’s upscale hotels, who commanded higher rates.

Mort Thorne’s strong body lazily leaned against the wall, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette between two long fingers. Thin lips exhaled smoke slowly, his blood-red brown eyes quickly assessing the woman.

The woman immediately sensed an opportunity, she reached out to remove the outer layer of her clothing, revealing a fitted short skirt beneath.

The woman’s figure was impeccable, the curves sleek, S-shaped.

The woman confidently approached, standing before Mort Thorne, reaching out to touch his strong chest.

Mort Thorne didn’t move, allowing her hands to roam, raising the cigarette to his lips for a drag, exhaling smoke onto the woman, then smiling, "I have no money."

No money?

The woman froze, but her hand lingered on his well-built chest, reluctant to withdraw. In this cold weather, he wore only a black T-shirt, its collar slightly open, revealing a large swath of bronzed sexy skin.

The bottom was a pair of black pants, but the shirt wasn’t tucked in, making his attire look rumpled, unpressed, giving off an impression of being penniless yet emanating a wild, untamed aura.

This woman had seen many men but had truly never encountered someone so manly, full of raw sensuality and male hormones.

"Sir, normally making friends with me involves spending money, but for you, I could make an exception."

The woman offered for free.

Mort Thorne furrowed his brow, wanting to push her away.

...

Dianna Hollis walked out, intending to return to her room.

At that moment, she saw two people in a secluded corner, a tall, strong man leaned lazily against the wall, smoke curling from his long fingers, a woman’s hand resting on his chest, and the scene looked quite provocative.

Dianna Hollis’s pupils contracted; it was...Mort Thorne!

What was he doing here?

Who was that woman?

Dianna Hollis’s hands, hanging by her sides, suddenly clenched into fists, the bastard!

Mort Thorne’s senses were keen; he quickly noticed someone approaching, someone was here!

His blood-red brown eyes swiftly glanced sideways, a sharp, menacing look casting over in that direction. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

But he froze instantly, it was...Dianna Hollis.

Dianna Hollis stood alone, coldly watching him.

Mort Thorne knew she’d misunderstood.

He hadn’t done anything!

Mort Thorne quickly pushed the woman aside, ready to flee.

"Sir, why are you leaving?" the Miaojiang beauty pouted discontentedly.

Mort Thorne said nothing, nor did he glance at Dianna Hollis, he turned and walked away, seeking to leave this place of trouble.

Dianna Hollis stared at him, infuriated, raising her hand to throw the eagle mask in her grasp at him.

Thud.

Mort Thorne felt a sudden pain in the back of his head; the eagle mask struck him before dropping to the ground, splitting into two.

The sharp pain momentarily halted Mort Thorne’s steps, as he touched the back of his head, finding some blood.

She had hit him hard enough to draw blood.

Without needing to turn around, he knew who threw the mask at him, it was Dianna Hollis!

Damn it, the little rascal, after all this time, she’s still so wild, now actually daring to hit him.

She’d used all her strength in hitting him, enough to make him bleed.