Chapter 468 - 50: How Could Diana Be Compared With Her?

It was getting darker and darker outside. Looking at the navigation system of his car, Kyle was confused. Where was her home? Why were they going so far from downtown? Did she give him the wrong address? But Antonette didn't say anything after sitting in the car…

Kyle had no option but to drive in the direction Antonette told him. When they finally arrived, Kyle turned to Antonette, who was sitting in the back seat.

Antonette was looking down at her l.a.p, deep in thought. Feeling Kyle was watching her, she forced out a sob and wiped the imaginary tears from her cheek.

Kyle frowned. After thinking for a while, he took out his handkerchief and gave it to Antonette. "Here, it's OK, wipe your tears."

Antonette was stunned. Why did Kyle treat her so gently? Was he…?

Holding Kyle's handkerchief, she jumped into his arms.

Kyle was shocked. He automatically wanted to push her away, but Antonette hugged him so firmly that he couldn't move.

Antonette cried for a while. As she leaned into Kyle's shoulder, her tears stained his shirt. She looked at him, gratefully with an innocent expression, "Kyle, you treat me so nicely!"

Kyle almost cursed out. Why did she speak as he loved her? To make her leave as soon as possible, Kyle simply nodded.

Antonette clutched the handkerchief and wore a big smile. And no sooner had she stepped out of the car then Kyle drove quickly away.

Antonette walked away with tears on her face. But she was smiling. Diana Anderson, you think you are good at luring men? I don't have to play tricks, and men still come to me!

Thinking of that, Antonette walked up to room 101. As soon as she opened the door, she heard a shout. "Antonette White, are you crazy?"

Antonette was stunned. The bright light in her eyes dimmed, and she felt a sense of disgust.

Still holding Kyle's handkerchief, Antonette stood in the doorway.

"Well, do you think you can save yourself by standing there like a tree?" Antonette heard the sound of quick steps. When she raised her head, she saw a woman standing before her with her arms crossed. The woman looked at her with a mean, sarcastic expression.

She sneered at Antonette and kicked away the slippers before her. But it seemed this was still not enough for her to get out her anger. She scolded Antonette, "Since when did you start trying to lure rich men. Haven't you learned anything from my example?"

"I know you, once you find a man to target, you never let him go. Who is it now? Antonette, I have told you those rich men are not good people. If they cheat on you and betray you, don't expect me to support you. In fact, I think you needn't go to college. It is better to work." The woman poked her finger at Antonette's head.

Antonette raised her head suddenly and stared at the woman. "You know nothing! Do you feel elegant being a mistress? What gives you the right to judge and criticize me? How about all your affairs, Mum?!"

The atmosphere froze. Jenny White seized Antonette's arm so forcefully that Antonette thought she might break it.

"No matter what I have done, I am still your mother! Antonette, I'm warning you, you'd better behave! I gave birth to you, and I didn't bring you up to act like this! If I hear you have been messing with that kind of man, I will break your legs!"

Feeling pain in her arm, Antonette struggled to escape Jenny's grip. Her hatred began to intensify slowly.

"Do you expect me to live like you? You have been a loser your whole life because you are weak! Weak and cowardly! I'd rather die than live like you!"

Jenny looked mockingly at Antonette. She took back her hands and said coldly, "You'd better. If everyone else rejects you, I won't take you in. After all, my house is not a rubbish tip."

"Why did you have me if you hate me so much?" Antonette shouted fiercely.

Jenny was shocked. She looked rather perplexed for a few seconds whilst she tried to process her daughter's question. But she kept her usual tone and uttered, "You think I wanted you? If it weren't for you, I would have a much better life now. Stop viewing yourself like a princess. As long as you live in this house, you are under my control! Or, you can pack your stuff and get out!"

Antonette was burning with fury. Holding her fists and gnashing her teeth firmly, Antonette gazed at the floor. The saddest thing was that she couldn't completely cut things off with her mother yet; she still needed her.

Jenny didn't give Antonette a second glance. She walked straight to her bedroom without saying another word.

Antonette was shaking with anger. She looked a mess. How could Jenny say those things?

She hated her! She hated that Jenny had given birth to her! If she'd never been born, she would never have been the illegitimate daughter. Her father was rich and famous, but she could never be the same as his legitimate children. She felt irritated about that more than anything.

Yet Antonette knew well that all her suffering and unfair treatment was caused by her poor, powerless status.

If she wanted to get rid of all her problems, she had to marry a rich man. And he must be a really rich man who would never go bankrupt. So far, Brian William was the only one who could satisfy her. Everyone knew that Brian was gorgeous and rich. If she could marry him, she could be free from her shameful status and live a happy life without worry.

And this was not a totally fanciful dream. After all, she had "slept" with Brian William… Antonette smiled slightly. She had come up with an excellent idea.

She looked at the handkerchief in her hand, still mulling over her plan.

Maybe, she could lure Kyle Norton and win his heart. Antonette's smile grew wider.

Antonette recalled how gently Kyle treated her today. Maybe he had already fallen in love with her?

She was s.e.xy and beautiful. What about Diana Anderson? Her b.r.e.a.s.ts were flat. And she was so un-feminine, always acting like a guy. How could Diana be compared with her?