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…”

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

Julian would care so much for his

known, they would have contacted him at the first

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

Kiki had any

explanation was

really shouldn’t have said that he didn’t want the babies in the first place. Otherwise,

legally remarried. The police wouldn’t be

if they weren’t husband and wife in

was the love of his life, and the most important person to him in this

with Noel behind him. Upon contacting Kiki,

moment Kiki knew that Julian was coming, she immediately bought some ashes

came like a gust of

Kiki was well-prepared as she hugged the urn in her arms. Julian

Kiki’s hands as he demanded, “Kiki,

and raised the urn high up with her hands. “She’s

Hospital that 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

listened to her as she rambled

yet cold eyes captured her every

but swallow past a constricted throat. “And then… I cremated her in hopes her soul

in peace, my ass!” Julian rarely spoke so coarsely, and it was a clear display of his

and claim that she’s

filled with fright. “I’m not lying! I have photos! I