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Julian's Stand in Wife

Chapter 1071
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Chapter 1071

Diana felt somewhat relieved, and continued toward the next station for her transfer.

Unbeknownst to her, Julian was sitting across from her and observing from a distance. He was afraid of being

noticed when she got closer.

Diana had appeared uneasy on the subway earlier, constantly looking around. Julian was cautious not to get too

close, but he had still arranged for a bodyguard to follow Diana.

She had encountered trouble on the subway before. Moreover, what happened with Matt had yet to be completely

resolved. Julian couldn't let Diana go without someone watching over her.

As for himself, he exited the subway station and got into a black Rolls-Royce. He arrived at the agreed-upon

location ahead of Diana.

Just like before, he chose a private room with curtains. The cuisine here was light, and a suitable diet for her

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recuperation. As for the curtains, they would provide a solid barrier between him and Diana, separating the two of

them even though they were in the same room. Each would dine in their own space, though they were in the same

room.

When Diana entered, her first glance went to Mr. Whatever’s feet. The shoes he wore were exactly as Betty had

described!

She couldn't comprehend why Julian insisted on meeting her in disguise.

"Did you hear what Shiloh Stewart said? Is the real reason I left three years ago why you were afraid to meet me?"

Diana asked on the spot, offering the most reasonable explanation she could think of.

At the same time, she had no intention of continuing to pretend they were just an investor and an investment.

Emotions were emotions, and money was money. She planned to repay all the money he had invested in her—both

the principal and the interest, according to the contract. She had the ability to do so.

Her studio had been thriving lately, and the custom clothes she designed were gaining a growing reputation. Not

only had it gained popularity in the city, but even people from abroad were placing orders online through her

website.

However, Diana was now selective about taking on orders due to limited time and energy.

The more money she earned, the more she realized her potential. This was one of the reasons why she felt

confident enough to unveil Julian's disguise.

At any time, a woman should never give up her ability to make a living.

Diana sat on the chair, waiting for Julian's response.

Julian instantly smiled. It seemed Diana had indeed regained her memory, and the medicine Shiloh made for her

was taking effect.

This wasn't the first time she had deceived him in their first meeting as Mr. Whatever. Through the curtains, he

greedily gazed at her face. He wanted to hold her and to be with her, as if nothing had happened over these past

three years.

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But there were too many things he had done wrong, too many ways in which he had let her down. He couldn't

afford to make the same mistakes again. Until he resolved Cecilia's situation, he wouldn't acknowledge himself as

Mr. Whatever, let alone meet Diana.

Only by settling the looming issue of their engagement could he stand before her with honor. Only then could he

offer her a future that truly repaid her for everything she had sacrificed for him three years ago.

His voice remained calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuations. "Ms. Winnington, I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch

what you were saying.-

Diana was growing frustrated. Julian clearly didn't want to admit his true identity, and was still trying to

communicate with her under the guise of Mr. Whatever. She glanced at the curtain separating them, the bland

cuisine on the table, and his voice, which had obviously been altered.

Was all of this a deliberate ploy? What was the purpose of such a calculated approach?

"Ms. Winnington, please have a seat," Julian insisted, keeping his persona of Mr. Whatever and using a voice

modulator, just as before. "We can discuss the investment returns at our own pace."

To him, Diana was merely playing along without much thought.