Reborn Heiress Is Remarrying
Chapter 107: Messy Dinner

Chapter 107: Messy Dinner

Chapter 107: Messy Dinner

There was a charged energy that no one dared to break—except Diane.

She leaned back in her chair, twirling the stem of her wine glass between her fingers, wearing the kind of smile that sent a message—you’re losing, and I’m enjoying every second of it.

Victor was watching her now, not with amusement, but with the frosty coldness of a man who wasn’t used to being bested.

Diane had expected this. A power play. A battle of wills. And she was winning.

Victor set his glass down, he had this icy like Alaska expression on his face.

"You’re very quick, aren’t you?"

Diane smirked. "You’d be surprised how fast one has to be when people keep trying to pull them down."

Victor hummed. "A woman with a sharp tongue is a dangerous thing."

Diane tilted her head. "Only to men who don’t know how to handle one."

A few soft gasps came from the staff in the background, but Victor remained silent for a moment, glaring at her as if she was the reason for his downfall.

Then he exhaled longly and dramatically, shaking his head.

"You have the attitude, the defiance... but that doesn’t change what you are."

Diane arched a brow. "And what exactly do you think I am, Mr. Frost?"

Victor took a sip of his wine before delivering the final blow.

"A whore."

The room froze like the flowers after the first falling snow.

The insult landed like a slap, the word was haunting like a ghost in the air, sounding so venomous and cruel.

Diane’s smirk didn’t drop, but something inside her went ice-cold.

Before she could even form a response, Gabriel moved.

The sound of his chair scraping against the floor was loud, his body lunged forward faster than anyone had time to react.

His fist connected with Victor’s jaw with a massive crack.

Victor barely staggered—he was still a man of power, built from steel and ruthless ambition—but the impact sent a hush through the room.

Isla shot up from her seat, eyes widened immediately.

"Gabriel—!"

But Gabriel wasn’t finished.

He grabbed his father by the collar, yanking him up just enough so they were face to face.

His voice was like a growl.

"You do not speak about her that way."

Victor wiped the blood from his split lip, smirking despite the hit.

"Touched a nerve, did I?"

Gabriel’s grip tightened. "Say it again, and I’ll break your damn jaw."

Diane had seen Gabriel angry before, but this—this was different.

This wasn’t the usual-self, this anger, he wielded like a weapon.

This was rage.

Isla placed a hand on Gabriel’s arm, her tone was so tight with urgency. "Enough."

Gabriel barely acknowledged her. His entire focus was on Victor.

Victor chuckled.

"So, this is what she’s done to you? Turned you into some lovesick fool willing to attack his own blood?"

Gabriel shoved him back into his chair, his breathing became sharp, shoulders tensed.

"You stopped being my blood the moment you thought you could degrade her in front of me."

Victor dabbed at his lip with a napkin, his smirk never faded.

"I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve always had a weakness for women who think they’re stronger than they are."

Diane, who had been silent during the entire exchange, laughed.

Not a nervous laugh. Not an uncomfortable one.

A real, genuine laugh.

She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table, grinning at Victor like he was nothing more than an old man telling a tired joke.

"Do you really think that’s all I am?" she mused, shaking her head. "Just some woman Gabriel picked up on a whim?"

Victor’s smirk twitched slightly. "You certainly act like one."

Diane let out a soft, almost pitying sigh.

"See, that’s your biggest mistake, Mr. Frost. You assume that because I wasn’t born into this, I must be desperate to prove myself."

She lifted her wine glass, swirling the liquid slowly.

"I don’t need your approval. I don’t need your acceptance. And I sure as hell don’t need your validation."

She took a slow sip, savoring the moment.

"And yet, here you are. Trying so hard to break me."

Victor’s jaw tightened.

Diane smiled. "You wouldn’t be trying this hard if you didn’t see me as a threat."

The silence was harsh.

Gabriel was still breathing heavily beside her, his fists clenched at his sides, but Diane could feel his eyes on her—watching, waiting for something else to be said.

Victor breathed out slowly, reaching for his napkin again, dabbing the remaining blood from his lip.

Then, with a small chuckle, he muttered, "You certainly are entertaining."

Diane’s smirk widened. "And you certainly are predictable."

Victor’s eyes darkened slightly, but he didn’t respond.

Isla, sensing that the conversation had reached a dangerous place, quickly stood.

"Father, I think we should end dinner here."

Victor didn’t argue.

Gabriel straightened, his voice sharp. "We’re leaving."

Diane rose from her seat, adjusting the hem of her dress as if the entire night had been nothing more than an inconvenience.

As they turned to leave, Victor spoke again.

"You’re clever, Hoffman."

Diane paused, glancing over her shoulder.

Victor smirked. "But clever women don’t always win."

Diane held his glare for a long moment before smiling.

"No. But underestimating them is usually a mistake."

She turned and walked out, Gabriel following closely behind.

Outside the estate, Gabriel was still fuming, his hands shaking slightly as he opened the door for her.

Diane paused before getting in. "Gabriel."

He looked at her, eyes stormy.

She stepped closer, softening her voice. "You didn’t have to do that."

Gabriel was running a hand through his hair. "Yes. I did."

Diane searched for his expression. "You hit your own father."

Gabriel’s jaw clenched. "He deserved worse."

Diane hesitated before reaching up, brushing her fingers along his cheek. "Thank you."

Gabriel let out a slow, unstable breath.

"I should’ve said something sooner. I should’ve defended you the moment he started—"

Diane shook her head. "You did. When it mattered."

Gabriel caught her wrist, his hold was gentle but strong.

"I will never let anyone speak about you that way again."

Diane smiled slightly. "I know."

Then Gabriel finally exhaled and murmured, "Let’s go home."

Diane nodded. "Yeah. Let’s go..."