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Chapter 1705 - 1699: She Hates This Type the Most

    <h4>Chapter 1705: Chapter 1699: She Hates This Type the Most</h4>


    Diana Kinsman was stunned for a moment beforeughing again: "Ms. Joanna is overthinking things. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. Actually, your rtionship with Lady Octavia has long been at odds, hasn’t it? It doesn’t need me to cause any trouble. I say these things because I genuinely think Ms. Joanna is a good person, and I believe Lady Octavia must be misunderstanding something about you, which is why your rtionship is strained."


    "I hope to identify the problem and help you resolve it."


    "After all, you are a family, wouldn’t it be bad to have such a strained rtionship?"


    Of course, Joanna Lawrence would not believe these words.


    An outsider like Diana, so concerned about others’ family matters? Joanna did not believe for a second that her intentions were purely good.


    It was her first meeting with Diana and she did not know much about her.


    But Joanna trusted her instincts.


    The moment Joanna firstid eyes on Diana, she felt uneasy.


    Even if Diana appeared kind and courteous, her gaze gave Joanna a sense of difort.


    Together with her words and actions now,


    Joanna Lawrence was almost certain, that there was something off about Diana.


    She did not know where Lady Octavia had met her, but she had even brought her back to their home.


    "Our family matters don’t require the concern of an outsider like Miss Kinsman." Joanna spoke again, this time less politely. "Miss Kinsman, you should look after yourself. I see that my mother-inw truly admires you, which was why she invited you to this banquet. Regardless of your intentions, Miss Kinsman, it’s not right to do such things behind her back."


    "I won’t tell my mother-inw about this. However, Miss Kinsman, there’s no need for you to worry about our family matters anymore." With that, Joanna got up and left directly after finishing her sentence.


    Diana watched her departing figure, clutching her wine ss tighter.


    This Joanna Lawrence, was indeed not easy to fool.


    She had thought that, with Joanna’s rtionship with Lady Octavia as strained as it was, a simple provocation might be effective.


    Who would have guessed that Joanna did not fall for it?


    It seemed that attempting to sow discord between her and Ashton Heath wouldn’t be so easy after all.


    At this thought, Diana’s lips tightened and herplexion soured.


    She took a deep breath, tilted her head back and downed the red wine in one gulp. She felt a slight release of tension.


    What if it’s difficult?


    Once Diana had decided to do something, no one could stop her.


    Not long after Joanna had left, Diana also prepared to leave.


    Just as she was about to rise, a shadow flickered across her vision.


    Upon lifting her head, she was met with the handsome, mischievous face of a man. The man’s long, peach blossom eyes, straight nose, and cherry lips curved into a yful grin, giving him an overall irreverent appearance.


    He looked like a yboy.


    "Hey, beautifuldy, can I get to know you?" Yannick Luther raised his ss before casually sitting next to Diana. He looked at her intently and introduced himself, "Let me introduce myself first, I’m Yannick Luther, my older brother is the president of Luther Group. I’m 24 this year, stand at 184 cm, and currently single. Beautifuldy, I think that you are my type, would you like to get to know each other?"


    Diana looked at his carefree demeanor and furrowed her brows.


    Men like Yannick Luther were the type she detested the most.


    She immediately put on a cold face, contemting walking out on him right then and there.
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