Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 672

Just by looking at the invitation card, anyone could tell that the host of the banquet was either rich or powerful.

Diana stared intently at Nina with her beautiful eyes.

Sure enough, Nina quickly succumbed to Diana’s gaze.” Forget it. This banquet is organized by that woman who got engaged to Vans.”

She bit her lip and lowered her head. Her voice grew smaller as she said, “I just want to see what she looks like…”

She didn’t dare to go alone, so she wanted to drag Diana along. Before they even set off, Diana had already seen through the ulterior motives behind this banquet.

“I wonder… Who was it who just told me to tell everyone to buzz off?” Diana teased Nina with raised eyebrows. “And here you are, still thinking about Vans?”

Diana snorted. “It’s okay for you to think about your lover, but I’m not allowed to think about my ex-husband? That’s unfair to me.”

Her appearance was too charming.

Her eyes seemed to speak, every movement she made created ripples. She exuded a tender and elegant aura. Not to mention, her skin was creamy smooth, and her lips were plump and pink like fresh peaches.

and screamed, “Diana, please stop being so adorable with me. I really can’t take it.

pressured by his family, but

remained noncommittal. Various emotions flickered across her face, and she

she spent the night with Nina

saw the message from

I didn’t see

something untoward had happened to her. He had Noel search for Diana’s location throughout the city

discovered that Diana was at Nina’s place and was relieved. Taking a taxi from the outskirts in

the time he returned home, it was already

he wondered how angry Diana was, and how he should apologize and appease her

mind, he stared at the phone screen

soon as the screen lit up, he quickly sat up from the bed and devoutly

wanted to say, he realized he shouldn’t reply as himself, but as Mr. Whatever instead. He quickly deleted the message, and

was so late yesterday when you sent me the message. Haven’t you

While washing up, she thought of a reply. [But that’s normal. My beloved is

a landlord, one couldn’t achieve what Mr. Whatever had

the principle of having money do the work and always maintaining vigilance

felt nervous. Seeing her mention him proactively and still referring to him