Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1227: Aren’t You Coming Here Yet?

"Three..."

Someone was about to shout out "Three," but suddenly it felt like a lump in the throat, and no words could come out.

All the soldiers no longer aimed their guns; instead, they craned their necks, looking at Dianna Hollis with a stunned gaze.

Was she... Blood Eagle’s... fiancée?

Blood Eagle, known by everyone, a legend in the military.

But Blood Eagle was a child wandering outside.

He didn’t have the same luck as any of them.

Blood Eagle was just an alias; no one knew his real name.

He was known by everyone, yet unknown.

Dianna Hollis spoke with a voice like silver bells, both clear and resonant, her words neither humble nor arrogant, each word piercing hearts, like the autumn streams flowing freely and wildly, tinged with the slight chill and age of fall.

In this girl, they seemed to see another figure, dressed entirely in black, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

All the soldiers exchanged glances, tears glistening in their eyes.

Julian Carter, with a deep gaze, pressed his lips together, "Young lady, come with me."

...

Dianna Hollis arrived at the commander’s office, exhaled a breath in her heart; she was indeed afraid.

"Commander, hello, my name is Dianna Hollis," she introduced herself.

Julian Carter looked into Dianna Hollis’s pure and brave eyes like icy snow, and smiled, gesturing toward the couch, "Dianna, sit."

"Thanks, Commander, but I won’t sit. I’ll get straight to the point. This time, Blood Eagle undertook the mission, risking life and limb, yet his achievements were all claimed by Paul. Your daughter knows the truth, but she was also involved. Are you aware of this, Commander?" Dianna asked.

Julian Carter glanced at the classified secretary, who quickly responded, "Commander, your schedule has been packed recently. I haven’t had a chance to report to you about Blood Eagle and Scorpion’s matters. As for the truth, we need to send someone to investigate."

Julian Carter put down his teacup and ordered the secretary, "Investigate this matter immediately."

"Yes, Commander."

The secretary took the order and left.

Julian Carter looked at Dianna Hollis, "I thought Mort Thorne would die a lonely old man, but he fell for a little girl."

"Commander, is it because Mort doesn’t like your daughter Melissa that you’re speaking so sourly?"

"..."

The little girl, a husband-protector!

"Melissa likes Mort, and I intended to make Mort my successor." Julian didn’t shy away, expressing his intentions openly.

Dianna didn’t hold back either; she looked into Julian’s eyes, "Well, I’m sorry, Mort will send your daughter back in a package."

Forced fruit is not sweet; Julian chuckled.

Julian glanced at Dianna Hollis; he indeed liked this little girl.

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

"Come, I’ll take you to eat." Julian stood up.

Dianna Hollis’s heart fluttered slightly; it seemed inappropriate for the Commander to treat her?

She seemed to like this Commander too.

...

On the other side, the hospital was chaotic; Melissa had been rescued, but she had been shot in her right arm and was being wheeled into surgery.

Melissa’s face was pale from the pain; she tightly gripped the man’s sleeves, crying continuously, "It hurts, I’m hurting terribly... Can you stay and not leave me?"

Mort Thorne stood tall with a cold expression, his features deep and handsome yet stern, he glanced at Melissa, "Let go!"

Melissa shook her head, grasping even tighter.

She had been kidnapped for four days; Paul was utterly useless, it was Mort who kicked open the warehouse door, brought light to her, and rescued her.

She couldn’t deceive herself; she loved Mort.

She was still very scared; she wanted him with her, his wide embrace and sturdy shoulders could shield any woman from the wind and rain, his strength full of security.

Mort lost all patience, flicked his hand, and directly pushed Melissa away.

Without another glance at Melissa, Mort turned and left, one hand in his pocket.

Paul, who had been waiting behind, quickly stepped forward, concernedly holding Melissa, "Melissa, I..."

Melissa shoved Paul away, "Get out!"

Melissa lay on the hospital bed, teary eyes blurry, looking at Mort’s departing silhouette with admiration and infatuation.

...

Mort returned to Dianna Hollis’s hospital room, but upon pushing the door, it was empty inside.

He looked at a nurse, "Where’s the person inside?"

"Sir, Miss Dianna was discharged two days ago."

Mort’s brows furrowed; she had left without a word.

He quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket; there were no messages, no calls, she hadn’t contacted him for two days.

Little rascal!

He dialed the familiar number.

Soon, the call connected.

"Hello, Mort." Dianna’s sweet voice came through.

Mort pressed his thin lips together, asked in a deep voice, "Where did you run off to?"

"Mort, I’m at the airport now; come pick me up."

Ran off abroad?

"Wait!" He put away the phone.

...

Half an hour later.

Mort strode into the airport hall, but quickly sensed something was off; the airport was eerily quiet, not a single passenger.

Within his dark eyes, sharp alertness and murderous intent instantly flickered.

Then footsteps sounded, someone was approaching.

Mort looked up; a group of uniformed soldiers came out, stopping ten steps away from Mort, solemnly saluting.

Afterward, Julian Carter appeared, walking in front of everyone, also saluting.

Later, a slender figure emerged from behind, standing beside Julian Carter, smilingly looking at him.

She stood straight, saluting him too.

Mort stood tall, watching these people, then looked at Dianna Hollis.

He hadn’t expected this to happen.

She had returned with the Commander.

Julian came forward, patting Mort’s sturdy shoulder, "Blood Eagle, it was hard work for you this time."

Mort remained emotionless, replied calmly, "It was necessary."

Julian nodded, instructed his secretary by his side, "Immediately demote Paul by three ranks, suspend and reflect."

"Yes, Commander, and the young lady, she’s currently in the hospital."

Julian pressed his lips, "Go check on her."

Julian led the way, Mort looked at Dianna Hollis, then offered his large hand, "Aren’t you coming over?"

Dianna playfully stuck out her little pink tongue, ran forward with small steps, handing her little hand to him.

Mort wrapped her slightly cool hand in his palm, frowned unhappy, "Admit your mistake yourself."

Just a simple dozen words; truly forceful and domineering.

Dianna whispered softly enough for only the two of them to hear, "Mort, whoever bullies you, I’ll teach them a lesson, talking about Paul."