Chapter 700

Not only was there a lot of talk in the aristocratic families, but even the receptionist had also heard something! Diana wasn't the type who liked to show off, but at this moment, she couldn't help herself. The corners of her mouth curved upwards in a mad, confident smile as she said firmly, "I'm his wife, the next person to marry him... It's still me!" Her skin was as white as snow, and her delicate features seemed to glow. Her overall temperament was dignified and elegant, and she looked like a noble painting. Just standing there quietly, she made it impossible for people to look away. Indeed... She was more convincing than any of the women who had come to see Mr. Fulcher before. Seeing the dumbfounded look on the receptionist’s face, Diana smiled even more widely and said, "Give him a call, and say...his ex-wife is inviting him to get married." Ex-wife? Inviting him to get married? And she was supposed to call Mr. Fulcher?! The receptionist was on the verge of dying of laug