Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter 1544

The entire entourage arrived at the Channings’ residence.

Before they came, Nina informed them about Fanny staying in Diana’s apartment. Diana wasn’t upset at all. Instead, she was thankful that she had bought that apartment, and that it served as an abode for Fanny during her toughest times.

Aside from that, she was very glad that Fanny was still alive.

“Let’s just hope Oliver won’t keep making the same mistakes,” Diana said as she got out of the car with her pregnant belly in tow. Julian knocked on the door. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

He saw how slowly Diana walked, and his heart ached. He asked Noel to knock harder.

No one came out even after five minutes.

“Could they be out?” Diana wondered.

“Impossible,” Julian said, not bearing to see Diana worried. He decisively made Noel bring an entire team of bodyguards. “Smash the door down!” Although it wasn’t polite of Julian to do so, it was the most expedient approach.

Diana wanted to stop him, but the thought of the predicament that Fanny was in right now stopped her from talking. She allowed Julian to command his bodyguards to smash the door of the Channings’ residence down.

Very soon, the door was reduced to broken pieces of wood and splinters.

Having learned his lesson from the incident with Jim, Julian didn’t dare to leave Diana’s side. He stayed close to her; so did Sean, who followed right behind his parents, his face cool and obedient.

The family of three walked together, and none of the servants of the Channing household dared to stop them. They stood idly by, watching them head to the living room.

Julian and Diana were very familiar with the layout of the house. They smoothly made their way to the living room and looked straight at the butler who was standing right there. “Where is Oliver?” The butler recognized Julian. All the more, he knew he couldn’t afford to offend Julian. He said honestly, “I don’t know.” Oliver didn’t come back home over the past two days.

“Where’s Fanny Smith?” Diana thought Oliver must have something to do with Fanny’s disappearance.

The butler shook his head again, looking as though he was put in a difficult spot.

“We really can’t figure out what’s going on between Mrs. and Mr. Channing.” Forget Diana, they themselves only found out about what Oliver did to Fanny, and how he faked her death, after the truth was exposed online.

“They used to be such a loving couple,” the butler lamented, confused as to what actually happened. He instinctively spoke up for Oliver. “Perhaps because Mr. Kenneth was in bad health, and Mr. Oliver was up to his ears in preparing his funeral. That’s why…” Diana was heavily pregnant, but she was still clear-minded. “When he confined Fanny and faked her death, Kenneth Channing was still alive.” There must be something more.

The butler fell silent.

Diana knew they weren’t able to get more information from him, and didn’t want to drag things on further. “Julian, let’s go somewhere else to search.” Just then, Sean, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. “Mommy.” He grabbed Diana’s hand, and walked toward Oliver’s room upstairs. “I might have a way to find Mr. Channing.” Diana was elated to hear that. “How so?” “Let’s go to his room

first,” Sean said. “I need to access the computer or phone he usually uses, a device on which he has a cloud account.” He wanted to locate Oliver by tracking his account activity.

Julian understood what Sean wanted to do, and stopped the butler from blocking their path. “Fanny is my wife’s friend. If anything were to happen to her, I won’t spare anyone in the Channing household!” Between sticking with the Channing family or being truly concerned and worried about Fanny Smith, enough to allow Julian to do whatever he wanted here, the butler made his decision swiftly.

“Mr. Fulcher, please come with me.” Things were easier with someone leading them to what they needed.

“The computer Mr. Channing usually uses isn’t in his bedroom. It’s in his study.” The butler opened the door to the study.

“Mrs. Fulcher, Young Mr. Fulcher, this way, please.”