Julian's Stand in Wife

Chapter 748

If she were alive, he had to see her in person.

If she were dead, he had to see her corpse!

"Noel." Julian lay on the bed and looked at Noel with an air of authority, "I repeat, bring me to her."

This time, Noel didn't dare to disobey.

The two of them quickly left the house. Upon reaching the police station, they found out that Kiki had taken Diana's corpse.

Julian was unhappy to hear the news. "Firstly, I did not receive the notice of death. Before actually confirming whether Diana is dead or alive, don’t refer to it as her corpse."

She was a person.

A living, breathing person. He would never accept the fact that she was already dead.

"Secondly, she has no relations with Kiki Stewart whatsoever. Why did you just let her take Diana away?”

The policemen were put in a difficult spot. “Mr. Fulcher..."

None of them dared to offend him, but if they failed to give him a satisfactory explanation, things might only become more difficult for them.

"Ms. Winnington..."

They considered their words carefully before going on, "She is indeed dead ...her death certificate has also been issued. However, you aren't her legal husband or her direct kin, so...you were not sent a copy of it."

Julian would care so much

known, they would have contacted him at

claimed to be Ms. Winnington's best friend. We were unable to contact any of her family or friends, and had no choice but to hand the body over to her." Kiki was, after all, someone influential in Richburgh and the

any

was reasonable

really shouldn't have said that he didn’t want the

have gotten legally remarried. The police wouldn't be able to claim he wasn’t

what if they weren’t husband and wife in

the most important person to him in

find her." Very soon, he left the police station with Noel behind him. Upon contacting

coming, she immediately bought some ashes to

like a

she hugged the urn in her arms. Julian didn’t dare to move recklessly for fear of disturbing

Kiki’s hands as

and raised the urn

day, we began contacting each other and became close to each other. My parents often engaged her for tailor-made clothes, too. We're good sisters, in fact. She loved you so much, I'm sure she didn't want

to her as

incisive yet cold eyes captured

help but swallow past a constricted throat. "And then... I cremated her in hopes her soul

was a clear display of his wrath. Although

more time and claim

with fright. "I’m not lying! I

that, she