Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover



Claire didn't give a damn about Diana's feelings.

The people around were stunned by her words, but knowing Claire's background, they kept their mouths shut.

The live chat, however, blew up.

[Who's this old lady? How dare she talk about our darling like that?]

[She may look classy, but slandering our darling makes her my lifelong enemy.]

[Can someone dig up this woman's social media? I need to give her a piece of my mind!]

[Found her! Turns out she's on the Forbes rich list. Claire, 47, the biggest daughter of the Sartori family, worth over a billion, Connor's big sister, and a top contender for the Sartori inheritance.]

The chat went silent for a moment. Then the tone shifted.

[47? No way! She looks as fresh as an 18-year-old college student. (Attached: pic of my eight-pack abs)]

[Let's not get too carried away with these comments. Can we reject this obsession with looking young?]

[At my physical peak, I met the person I most want to protect.]

[Ma'am, my monthly allowance is $1500. I'd spend $1314 on you, the rest is my height in cm, and the eight is my abs. Don't ask why I'm short $7— it's because my love for you has been sentenced to jail of seven years.]

[If only she'd notice my dad.]

[Kid, you just don't want to suffer or be at a disadvantage, huh!]

On the other side, Diana's face was flushed with anger. She wanted to clap back but was too scared to speak. Just talking to Claire had drained her. Connor suddenly spoke up, "Claire, let's not drag the kids into this. From birth, Diana has been the legitimate daughter of the Gilbert family, Lando's precious gem. Naturally, her manners are impeccable."

Diana knew Connor was invoking Mr. Gilbert to put pressure on Claire. She shot Connor a grateful look.

Claire merely sneered. She never took Diana seriously, just a toy for when she was bored.

Now, she had found a better plaything.

Claire turned around, "You all must be starving. Let's head to the villa."

The butler rushed over from a distance.

With utmost respect, he said to Claire, "Madam, the meal is ready, to welcome and refresh you."

[Whoa, so this island belongs to the Sartori crown princess.]

[I have to pay a mortgage for 30 years for an 80-square-meter apartment, and the rich just buy islands.]

[Watching this show is a real slap in the face. Now, who can tell the difference between me and a sewer rat?]

In no time, everyone was seated in the villa's grand dining hall.

A massive white round table was laden with a feast. Behind each chair stood a young, handsome waiter, ready to serve the guests.

Chloe thought of the mute boys in the bar and couldn't look these waiters in the eye. This island always gave her a sense of lurking danger.

The elderly butler patiently explained the dishes.

The vegetables came from the island's organic farm, the seafood was caught just an hour ago, and the top-grade Wagyu beef had been flown in recently.

The level of luxury was jaw-dropping, but everyone had their own concerns.

Faith and Juztin were initially reserved.

After all, their entertainment agencyText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

was under Eldridge Entertainment.

Despite being in the industry for years and reaching the status of movie stars, they had never met this legendary boss, who was said to spend most of her time abroad.

However, as dish after delicious dish was served, Faith couldn't help

herself anymore. Her eyes were.ne

glued to the food on the table sparkling with anticipation.