Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1186: Reunion of Ming and Bing!

Mort Thorne drove, speeding down the road.

The private cars on the road all noticed him, and someone jokingly said, "Who’s such a badass to make a broken van feel like a rocket?"

"I bet he’s going to chase the girl he likes, but that girl is probably already crying in a BMW."

Soon, the van stopped by the roadside because Mort Thorne saw the figure he had been yearning for on the street; he saw Dianna Hollis.

At this moment, Dianna Hollis was with Raymond Alden, who was holding her in his arms as they embraced on the street at night.

Mort Thorne’s tightly clenched hand on the steering wheel suddenly relaxed, and his gaze fell on Dianna Hollis, unable to look away.

In fact, he knew she was married.

He had secretly come back before.

He knew that she was now by another man’s side, a man who treasured her immensely.

She was living happily.

Throughout history, time never turns back, and deep love rarely reaches old age.

Mort Thorne curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile.

Across the street, Dianna Hollis did not reject Raymond Alden’s embrace, but her hands hung at her sides without responding to it. Soon, she reached out and pushed Raymond Alden away.

"Raymond Alden, you should go back."

"I’ll drive you."

"No need," Dianna Hollis declined.

Raymond Alden shrugged helplessly, "Alright, I’m leaving."

Raymond Alden turned and left.

Dianna Hollis stood for a while before crossing the street and walking toward the black van.

Inside the van, Mort Thorne watched Dianna Hollis walk toward him, getting closer and closer.

In these three years, it was the closest she had come to him.

Mort Thorne sat upright, his previously relaxed hand gripping the steering wheel again. She didn’t know he was here; she walked with her head down, lost in her thoughts.

But it was enough for him to see her clearly. After three years, the 24-year-old girl had grown more elegant and even more beautiful.

Mort Thorne’s dark eyes were faintly bloodshot. She had once been his girl. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

At this moment, Dianna Hollis reached the edge of the van, but due to the dark tint of the windows, she couldn’t see inside, nor did she attempt to look.

She suddenly stopped.

She quietly stood by the driver’s door, lowering her head to look at her shadow on the ground, stretched long by the moonlight.

Separated by a car door, they reunited once more.

But everything had changed.

She was unaware he had ever come to her city, walked the streets she walked, felt the breeze she felt.

Mort Thorne clenched his hand tightly, the veins bulging until he used all his strength to refrain from opening the door, from disturbing her.

The happiness he couldn’t provide, someone else had, so he endured the pain and let go, no longer interfering.

His throat moved several times, Mort Thorne slowly lowered his handsome eyes; let it be like this...

But just then, Dianna Hollis seemed to sense something. She slowly lifted her head, her eyes looking into the van.

Mort Thorne’s heartbeat suddenly stopped. She...

Suddenly, a scream pierced his ears, "Ah, someone’s snatching my child, help, save my child!"

Outside, Dianna Hollis quickly turned her head, where a woman screamed in despair on the street, her six-month-old baby snatched by a hulking tattooed man.

How brazen, daring to snatch a child in broad daylight!

Dianna Hollis’s eyes turned icy cold, she rushed forward like a bolt, opened her small hand in a five-finger gesture, and grabbed the tattooed man’s shoulder.

Ah.

The tattooed man felt a sudden sharp pain in his shoulder as if his bones were being crushed, causing him to throw the baby into the air.

The baby was caught by someone in a black car. Inside were his accomplices.

With the baby in hand, the car sped away.

"Miss, please save my child, my child’s been taken," the mother pleaded tearfully at Dianna Hollis.

Dianna Hollis threw the tattooed man aside, then chased after the black car, which was suddenly caught in a traffic jam ahead. She leaped forward, her heels landing sharply and fiercely on the rooftops of the jammed cars, skillfully crossing them as if in a martial arts movie.

Bystanders were stunned.

"Wow, look at that, who is she? She’s amazing, I’m totally smitten!"...

Meanwhile, Mort Thorne inside the van watched Dianna Hollis, easily spotting the graceful black silhouette flying over the car rooftops in the crowd.

What was she doing?

Where did she get such skills?

Such skills couldn’t be achieved without professional training.

Mort Thorne extended his large hand and opened the driver’s door, stepping out.

He only had his left leg on the ground, the right pant leg empty, swaying with the night breeze.

Yet this empty right leg didn’t make him seem less impressive. With one hand in his pocket, the man stood tall and towering, narrowing his deep, dark eyes to watch the commotion.

Dianna Hollis was chasing the black car, with the mother’s piercing cries echoing behind.

Mort Thorne, experienced in battles, bent down to pick up a stone from beside his foot.

He had always had a steady aim, and now he raised his hand, hurling the stone at the black car.

Bang, the front windshield of the black car shattered.

The piercing sound of brakes rang out as the black car skidded roadside, crashing into the barrier, forced to stop.

Dianna Hollis quickly yanked open the rear door, pulling out the person inside.

The baby was rescued.

"Thank you, truly, thank you, miss, my baby," the mother cried as she took her child back, expressing endless gratitude to Dianna Hollis.

At this time, concerned citizens swarmed in, and the police arrived.

Dianna Hollis stepped aside, turning accurately to glance at the van.

The stone earlier had come from the direction of the van.

The skill was swift, precise, and fierce.

Who was it?

The van started to move, ready to leave.

Mort Thorne truly intended to leave here; he didn’t want Dianna Hollis to discover him.

On one hand, he didn’t want to disrupt Dianna Hollis’s current happy life; on the other, he didn’t want her to see his current disability and downfall.

Perhaps tonight he shouldn’t have come secretly.

These years, secretly watching her had become his life’s greatest luxury.

In fact, he could have sent the children to other cities, but he chose here, where his deepest love lay, with his greatest fondness and reluctance.

He was leaving.

Mort Thorne pressed the gas pedal, the van about to speed away, but in the next moment, Dianna Hollis’s graceful figure suddenly rushed over, blocking his car, "Stop!"