Julian's Stand in Wife

Chapter 434

"Mine?" Diana asked as she pointed to herself. She was a little stunned.

"It's from L...?"

Diana was no longer the owner of L, even just in name. Why was she being given new products?

"Perhaps it's a mistake," Diana said as she fished out her phone to call the store manager about it.

But the receptionist was firm and said, "Miss Winnington, we're almost about to get off work. Please sign it. I'm sure these clothes are for you.’

Diana couldn't bear to trouble the staff, so she said, ’Please send it to my room, then."

Just as she entered her room, she didn't have time to turn on the lights or take off her shoes before a chime from her computer announced that she had an email.

It was already so late. Who could it be?

Was it Mr. Crawford wanting to confirm the details of the investment?

During their meeting in person today, they chatted more than when they did online. Diana felt that the woman in Mr. Crawford's heart wasn't a lie, as she could feel his sincerity every time he spoke.

exactly the same as when Madam Fulcher said it. The level of kindness and gentleness was hard

Crawford mention that he needed to consider some of the investment detai Is,

that he was serious about investing and had no intention of playing

she heard the email chime, she almost flew to her computer in her

In the end...

sent

was he looking for her

thing that caught her eye was a picture of her and Mr. Crawford sitting together, laughing and having

sent someone to keep watch on her, so she wasn't surprised to see the picture. She took off her shoes and sat down on

the picture were some words in bold, [Does Oliver know you're always wearing this red dress out to meet other men, and even an old man? Will he be

a fickle woman? That she

nothing going on between her

to tell anyone what she was wearing, or who she was

Julian have to ask her such a stupid question in such

usual, this man was still so

this red dress in the

a picture of Diana's face being doodled on, meant to give her graphic proof of how ugly

clenched her fists tightly. If Julian were before her,