Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband
Chapter 136: Let Me Escort You!

Chapter 136: Let Me Escort You!

"I will kill that bitch!" Diana screamed, her voice trembling with rage as she hurled a vase across the room. The delicate porcelain shattered into countless pieces, mirroring the storm of emotions within her. Never in her life had she been humiliated like this.

The girl she had always regarded as nothing more than a stepping stone, someone to trample over, was now standing up to her? Threatening her? The audacity she had! Claire, her so-called slave, had dared to defy her. Diana’s mind raced with disbelief and fury.

"Where the hell did she get the guts to talk to me like that?" Diana spat, her hands gripping the edge of the table as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.

"Calm down, Diana!" her mother intervened, her tone firm but not unkind. She carefully picked up the shattered pieces of the vase, glancing up at her daughter’s face twisted in anger. "Throwing things and shouting won’t fix anything."

Diana glared at her mother but didn’t reply. Her chest heaved as she tried to steady her erratic breathing.

"Why don’t you sit down and tell me what is going on?" her mother continued, setting the broken vase aside and pulling out a chair. "You are clearly upset, and I can’t help if you don’t talk to me."

Diana hesitated, her jaw clenched tightly. Finally, she sank into the chair with a frustrated huff. "It’s Claire," she muttered, her nails digging into the wooden armrest. "That worthless girl thinks she can humiliate me in front of everyone!"

Her mother raised an eyebrow. "Humiliate you? What did she do?"

"She dared to speak back to me— ME!" Diana hissed. "She has always been beneath me, and now she is acting like she is better than me. All because of that husband of hers."

Her mother’s expression darkened slightly as she sat down across from Diana. "If she has the courage to stand up to you now, it means something has changed between their relationship. Perhaps it’s time to reassess how you approach her."

"Reassess?" Diana sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "I don’t need to reassess anything. I will show her exactly where she belongs."

Her mother sighed, placing a hand over Diana’s clenched fist. "Listen to me, Diana. If you let your anger control you, you will only make things worse. This isn’t a battle you can win by lashing out blindly. You need to be smarter."

Diana’s eyes narrowed. She took a deep breath as her mind already started plotting. "You are right," she said slowly, her lips curling into a malicious smile. "If she wants to play games, I will show her who the real master is."

Her mother’s lips pursed, but she said nothing more. Deep down, she feared what her daughter’s wrath might bring, but she knew better than to argue when Diana was like this.

"Mom! I think I know exactly what I am going to do!" Diana said, her smirk widening into a sly grin as she turned toward her mother, who looked on her with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"What are you planning now?" her mother asked cautiously. "Diana, don’t do anything rash. If it backfires, you will only harm yourself."

"Harm myself?" Diana let out a mocking laugh. "Don’t worry, Mom. I am not stupid. I just want to remind her where she truly belongs. So what if Evander is backing her now? Once he sees her true colors, she will be discarded like the piece of trash she is— abandoned like an old, dirty rug on the doorstep."

Her mother frowned but an evil smile appeared on her face. She had long waited to teach a lesson to Claire.

Diana’s smirk grew more sinister as she turned to one of the maids. "Prepare my dress for the party," she instructed. "I want to look like the sexiest, most irresistible person there. Make sure it’s flawless."

"Yes, ma’am," the maid replied, quickly hurrying off to fulfill her orders.

Satisfied with the maid’s response, Diana picked up her cell phone and scrolled through her contacts. Finding the name she wanted, she tapped it and waited impatiently for the person on the other end to pick it up.

The moment they did, Diana didn’t even wait for them to greet her. "Bring that thing with you," she demanded coldly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I am using it tonight."

There was a pause before the person on the other end exclaimed, "What?! Are you serious? Do you realize what you are saying?"

Diana’s eyes flashed with irritation. "Don’t question me!" she snapped. "Just do as you are told. Bring it, and make sure it’s ready." Without waiting for a response, she ended the call, tossing her phone onto the table with a triumphant gleam in her eyes.

Her mother, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. "Diana, whatever it is you are planning, make sure you think it through. Evander isn’t someone you can manipulate so easily, and Claire isn’t the same girl you used to push around."

Diana waved her hand dismissively. "Mom, you worry too much. By the time the night is over, everyone will see the real Claire, and Evander will finally realize what a mistake he made. She will be out of the picture, and everything will go back to the way it should be."

Her mother sighed, knowing that there was no stopping Diana once she set her mind to something. She could only hope that whatever scheme her daughter was concocting wouldn’t end in disaster.

"Fine!" Diana’s mother finally relented as her voice was filled with excitement. "But if your plan ends up failing, make sure you have an escape route ready. I don’t want you to suffer because of your recklessness. And don’t worry about Claire. Her days are numbered— I will make sure of that," she reassured Diana, placing a gentle but firm hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

Diana’s lips curled into a confident smile as she looked at her mother. "Mom, you don’t need to fret. Everything will go perfectly. Just wait and watch how I handle this."

Her mother nodded, though unease lingered in her expression. "All right, but tread carefully, Diana. Evander isn’t someone to underestimate."

Diana didn’t bother responding to the warning. She strode toward the door, her high heels clicking against the marble floor with purpose. As she reached the doorway, she turned back slightly, her smirk deepening. "Don’t worry, Mom. Tonight is going to be unforgettable for all of us!"

Her mother watched her leave, the swish of her elegant dress trailing behind her. Once Diana was gone, she sighed heavily, shaking her head. "That girl always thinks she is untouchable. I hope she knows what she is doing this time," she murmured to herself.

Meanwhile, Diana walked toward her room, her mind racing with thoughts of how to execute her plan flawlessly. She was determined to ensure that Claire’s humiliation was public, devastating, and irreversible. Pulling out her phone again, she quickly sent a message to a few key people, her instructions clear and sharp.

"Be ready for tonight. I want everything in place by the time I arrive," she texted.

After a few moments, confirmations began to roll in, each one making her confidence soar. She walked to her wardrobe, scanning through the rows of extravagant gowns before selecting one that oozed elegance and seduction. As she slipped it on, she admired her reflection in the mirror, her smirk returning.

"Let’s see how perfect little Claire handles this," Diana muttered, running her fingers through her hair to perfect her look.

With one final glance in the mirror, she stepped out of her room, ready to make an entrance at the party and execute her plan. Tonight wasn’t just about looking stunning— it was about reclaiming her place at the top and making Claire pay.

Later at the party, Claire made her entrance, looking effortlessly stunning in her elegant gown. Heads turned as she walked in, her grace and beauty commanding attention. Damian, who had been keeping an eye on the entrance, immediately made his way to her side, flashing his signature charming smile.

"Miss Reed," Damian greeted her warmly, offering his arm. "You look breathtaking tonight. Let me escort you inside."

Claire hesitated for a moment but took his arm, letting him guide her into the grand hall. As they walked, she noticed the curious and envious glances thrown her way, but she chose to ignore them.

Inside the hall, Damian remained unusually attentive, staying close to her and ensuring she was never alone. After a while, he leaned closer to her and spoke in a low tone, "Miss Reed, I truly wish I could stay by your side for the entire evening. But unfortunately, I have to meet some people— individuals who aren’t exactly the kind you would want to interact with. I can’t let you be exposed to that."

Claire raised an eyebrow, her frown deepening. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Damian’s behavior wasn’t just out of courtesy. His overprotectiveness seemed calculated, and she suspected Evander’s hand in this.

"Mr. Strome," Claire said, her voice carrying a hint of sarcasm. "You are worrying too much. I am a big girl, you know. And judging by the way people have been looking at me tonight, I am already the hot topic of this party. I think I can handle a few envious stares."

Damian chuckled lightly, though the tension in his posture didn’t waver. "Miss Reed, I am aware of your resilience, but I have my orders."

"Really? You do?"