"It's not a matter of what I think. It's a fact. You can't steal me from Christian because you are not him," Diane stated.
At that moment, Maya's brows furrowed as she clutched her heart. "Fuck! That was so mean of you."
Diane shrugged. She couldn't care less.
"Maybe I should sign up for surgery to look like Christian or something," Maya mumbled before calling for a waiter.
"Get ready to spend all your net worth trying to look like my husband," Diane retorted before placing her order.
When the waiter went away, Maya had a response for her. "I don't mind." But Diane had a reminder for her. "Don't forget, Christian is rich."
Just in case she thought about spending her entire life's fortune trying to look like Christian, she didn't want her to forget that the latter was wealthy,
As those words reached Maya's ears, she was dumbfounded. She was frustrated by how much truth Diane vomited and ended up pushing the topic to the sidelines.
