Chapter 433

[Not tomorrow,] Mr. Crawford said. [But I’m free the day after.]

Diana thought about it and replied, [Okay. Let’s meet up at Eastside Teahouse, then.]

She had personal reasons for wanting to meet at the same place again.

After all, she had never met Mr. Crawford in person. All her knowledge of him was limited to their chats.

Since Julian seemed to like monitoring her, she decided to use it to her advantage and let him watch her at the teahouse.

If anything happened, she shouldn’t have any trouble escaping.

After deciding that, Diana returned to bed and rested. Thinking about it for a while, she decided to wash the red dress that same night. She wanted to wear the red dress again when she met Mr. Crawford the day after tomorrow. Not because it looked good, but because the color and style were different from her usual style.

She hoped that wearing the dress would give her confidence for a fresh start.

Soon, the day to meet Mr. Crawford arrived.

It was the first time Diana was meeting her former customer, so she was a little nervous. She even checked her appearance one last time before entering the tea house.

When the receptionist saw her, she immediately contacted Julian.

“Mr. Fulcher, she’s here again.”

On the other side, Julian hadn’t expected to actually catch her.

Julian knew Diana wouldn’t easily give up on looking for an investment. However, the way she dealt Marvin without mercy after receiving the document by dumping the evidence on his wife made Julian feel a little better about it.

Only, he hadn’t expected that she would still be up for seeing someone else in the next few days.

“Who’s she meeting?” Julian told the receptionist to take a photo. It turned out that Diana’s appointment this time was not only with a man, but an old one at that….

With a head full of white hair, this new man looked to be Madam Fulcher’s age. Logically speaking, he must be someone wealthy and influential in Richburgh for Diana to talk about investments.

Strangely enough, Julian had no memory of this person.

Julian pondered this fact for a while before calling Noel into his office and saying, “Find out who this man is.”

Noel carried out his task immediately, and soon came back with the old man’s background.

An adult male and a native of Jacroaof. Male, seventy–nine years old, and unmarried throughout his life, though he enjoyed many romantic relationships with several girlfriends. A well–known local tycoon and a legendary playboy back in his time.

The accompanying pictures attached to the file were a compilation of all of his ex–girlfriends.

The more Julian read, the more he felt that Diana was an idiot.

The old man was obviously there because of her appearance, but she seemed completely unaware. To make it worse, she looked even more pleased than the time she was meeting Marvin!

Slamming his phone on the table, Julian sent Noel to the tea house to keep an eye on things in case anything unexpected happened again.

As for Julian himself, he went to SK Mall.

Last time, he hadn’t been able to find the right clothes for Diana. This time, he went to L.

He recalled that Diana had bought clothes from this store before, and found their aesthetics to be quite similar. Although he didn’t want to get clothes from this store because of Kayla, he had little choice as he was in a hurry.

“This one. That one, and that one,” Julian said as he pointed to several pieces of clothes and asked the store manager to pack them all up. The clothes he picked were ones that wouldn’t accentuate one’s figure too much, but also wouldn’t be too loose to hide every curve. They were suitable for Diana’s gentle and elegant style.

“Have you packed them all?” Julian asked, and the store manager nodded.

“Deliver them directly to this address,” Julian said, writing Diana’s address at the hospital. “Room 8088 in the Rehabilitation Ward.”

The store manager immediately knew that this was a very important customer, and didn’t delegate the task to anyone else and made the delivery herself.

Once she deposited the clothes at the hospital’s reception, she sent Julian a message that she had delivered the package before she left.

When Diana returned, the hospital receptionist quickly called out to her. “Miss Winnington.”

There was obvious envy in the eyes of the girls at the reception desk as they brought out a bunch of large paper bags.

“These are your clothes. Please sign for it.”