Diana sat on the matriarch throne weakly with a smile on the corner of her lips. The glass of red wine in her hands swayed gently left and right along with the rotations of her wrists; waves were formed on the surface as it gleamed with sunlight.
Extremely daring! Diana remembered everything that happened in this room not long ago. Several young martial arts masters gathered together to form a luxurious array that was enough to shock countless people, but it wasn't the persistence that impressed her.
As the temporary matriarch of the family, Diana must maintain the regular development of the family. Even if it was to lose all her assets and risk a battle, she would not let Caesar do whatever he wanted to do.
It was the pride of Caesar and others that truly impressed Diana. The pride that was pushed in front of one's face could be felt just by standing there. The sincerity and passion between the men could deeply touch the people around them.
