Shining Bright After Rebirth (Diana and Steven) novel Chapter 920

The others watched as Diana reveled in her bright future, and her exaggerated gestures made them laugh.

"Diana, are you really happy after your divorce?" Luna chuckled, incredulous. Most people cried when they divorced, but here was Diana, laughing about it.

Diana slowly lifted her gaze, revealing a breathtaking smile.

"I am genuinely happy. The pain I've endured can now drift away with this divorce certificate."

In her past life, it wasn't Steven who had killed her. It was the man that Queenie had brought with her today.

She could tell by his eyes and tone that he was the one responsible for her death in that life.

With that realization, her resentment toward Steven faded.

In the end, Steven's biggest mistake had been not loving her.

She thought, "But not loving someone isn't a crime!

The real mistake was my blind courage.

Sometimes, women believe their kindness and gentleness can touch the hearts of those they love.

But now I understand that those who don't love you will never see your efforts or goodness!

Letting each other go is the best choice!"

With that weight of hatred lifted, she felt surprisingly less animosity toward Steven.

"Let's move on. Everything here is settled. Next, Queenie and 'Mr. Gellar' will retaliate, so you all need to stay sharp," Diana urged.

Luna and Joseph nodded vigorously. "Got it!"

"Let's head to the office!" Diana commanded.

Joseph pushed her toward the office.

Across the street, in a building, Steven sat in his wheelchair, watching Diana's commanding presence at work. A faint smile flickered across his swollen face.

But seeing her so happy about the divorce made his heart sink, only to be replaced by a sly grin.

He thought to himself, "Diana is celebrating too soon. I've always said things between us are far from over."

Evan stood nearby, watching everything unfold on the screen. "Mr. Gellar, this is priceless. Mrs. Gellar just knocked Queenie and George down a peg.

"I never imagined she'd be this formidable!"

As Diana left the conference room, Steven finally collected himself.

He shifted in his wheelchair and gazed out the window. The foggy sky mirrored his gloomy mood.

With just three days until Christmas and Helen away abroad, he would once again be alone for the holidays.

Steven had hoped to spend Christmas with Diana, hoping it would strengthen their bond.

But now, the hope had been dashed to pieces.

Steven's eyes deepened with intensity. "Evan, find out why George looks exactly like me, down to his demeanor and gaze."

Evan had been investigating that very issue and finally arrived at a conclusion.

"Mr. Gellar, I've narrowed it down to two possibilities. Cosmetic surgery, or you two are twin brothers."

Steven shook his head. "Cosmetic surgery seems more plausible. I can't possibly have a twin brother. My mother only had me."

Evan, tapping into his imagination, said, "What if George was taken away at birth?"

Steven replied with serious tone, "No way! My mother was pregnant with only me."

Evan was at a loss.

"The Mysterium Organization is right on the outskirts of Raventia."

Steven's eyes turned icy. "Just as I suspected!"

His gaze sank. "So much money doesn't add up. Could they have created other identical people?"

Evan gulped, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Mr. Gellar, this is terrifying. This kind of technology is so terrifying."

It posed a significant threat to the world.

But no one had managed to catch the mastermind behind Mysterium Organization.

If someone could develop such technology fifty years ago, they were likely even more formidable now.

Evan's curiosity piqued. "Mr. Gellar, what kind of genius could create technology like this?"

Steven brushed off the question, and focused more on another issue.

"Evan, investigate Andrew. He transferred three billion dollars to someone twenty years ago and another three billion dollars ten years later. This money can't be simple.

"It's no wonder Andrew's company has stagnated for years and has been berated by Grandma for being useless. He's had nothing to say in his defense.

"It seems we've been foolish, letting him pull the wool over our eyes all these years."

Evan felt a sense of dread creeping in.

There was no end to the horrors they were uncovering.

The deeper they dug, the more outrageous it seemed.

Then, a bold hypothesis struck Evan.

"Mr. Gellar, is it possible that your father isn't your real father? Otherwise, I can't make sense of why he would want you dead."