CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 102: EVAN AGREES TO LET GO

Juliana was about to step back when two bodyguards stood behind her.

She could only muster the courage to walk to the side of the Maybach.

The car door opened.

Evan Grant reclined elegantly in the back seat, his long legs gracefully crossed, and his finely tailored suit accentuated his dignified outline. Only an unresolved dark circle under his eyes faintly revealed his disheveled state from the fierce board meeting battle.

"Get in the car," he said.

"Say what you have here."

"Juliana," Evan Grant turned to her, "do you think I don’t have the strength now to act against Aetherflame and your grandfather?"

Juliana got in from the other side.

Neither spoke, creating a momentary awkward atmosphere.

"Did you have dinner?" Evan Grant asked.

"Yes, a working dinner," Juliana replied.

"I haven’t eaten," Evan Grant said.

Even if he starved, she wouldn’t feel any pity.

"I’ve said it, my grandfather is my bottom line, you must..."

Before Juliana finished her sentence, Evan Grant suddenly grabbed her face, his long fingers sinking into her soft skin, as if applying a bit more pressure would break it.

"Couldn’t you wait until I finish dealing with Lily’s issue before taking action?"

She felt his anger teetering on the brink of losing control.

But she didn’t want to back down, confronting his temper head-on.

"No!"

A dense array of pain surged in Evan Grant’s heart.

"Do you hate me so much, hoping I’d lose everything?"

Juliana said coldly, "Don’t forget your vow. If you can’t save Cortexa, you’d voluntarily sign the divorce agreement. I’m eager for you to be kicked out of the board today; it would be quicker than waiting for the court hearing."

Evan Grant chuckled, his eyes filled with bitterness.

He released her.

The next second, a folder landed on Juliana’s lap.

Juliana took out the documents inside and froze.

One was a "Divorce Agreement," the other a "Declarant Confirmation."

Had he agreed to let go?

Juliana’s hands trembled slightly.

Evan Grant spoke with a reserved, calm tone, as if the person close to losing control just now wasn’t him.

"The Evercore Trust set up in Caelus has assets worth 2 billion US Dollars, isolating all my debt risks. As long as you’re alive, 5% of the annual income will be transferred to your account on time."

Juliana suppressed the excitement in her heart, "I don’t want your money; I can support myself."

Evan Grant couldn’t be bothered with her arguments, "Then don’t sign the divorce agreement either."

Juliana quickly signed her name on both agreements.

Evan Grant put the documents back in the bag, showing no change in expression.

"I’ll be very busy recently, so let’s apply for divorce at the civil affairs bureau some other day, okay?"

Okay?

He wasn’t using a tone of notification.

Juliana masked her joy and nodded, "As soon as possible."

"Let’s withdraw the lawsuit from the court," Evan Grant said.

After a month, the conversation between them became harmonious again.

"Can I get out of the car now?" Juliana asked.

Evan Grant raised his chin slightly, "We haven’t divorced yet; we need to visit your mother-in-law’s and light incense."

Juliana was silent for two seconds, "Aren’t you afraid I might make you get beaten by taking me to light incense?"

...

Lily Windsor’s death wasn’t mourned under the Grant Family name, because the old lady would not permit it.

George Grant rented a memorial hall at the funeral home, accepting condolences from a few friends, but few came.

Seeing Evan Grant leading Juliana could enrage George Grant.

"Why are you bringing the murderer here?"

Evan Grant reached out and pulled her into his arms, "Father, the police concluded it was an unexpected illness that caused Aunt’s death, unrelated to Juliana. Grandma asked us to come and pay our respects."

"If she hadn’t sent Lily into the police station, would Lily have died so soon?"

As George Grant was about to expel them, Stella Windsor, with reddened eyes and dressed in mourning clothes, stepped forward.

"Uncle, anyone who comes is a guest, let Mom leave peacefully."

George Grant withdrew his eruptive temper.

Evan Grant, a born actor, despite his dislike for Lily, bent with perfect posture.

Juliana stood aside, her gaze elsewhere.

George Grant, "You angered the person to death, not even willing to kneel once?"

"Does she deserve it?" Juliana retorted.

This time, George Grant’s fury was beyond containment.

He called to the bodyguards outside the memorial hall, "Whoever breaks her leg, I’ll reward with ten thousand."

Evan Grant frowned.

He hadn’t come unprepared today, and if Juliana was hurt under his watch, he’d fail as a man.

George Grant saw the two opposing groups of bodyguards and said to Evan Grant, "As long as you protect this woman, I’ll fully support your brother taking your position and ensure you have nothing."

However, Evan Grant’s response was to keep Juliana protected in his embrace.

The memorial hall was small, and the bodyguards on both sides began pushing each other.

Evan Grant protected Juliana as they moved towards the exit.

In the chaos, a knife aimed at Juliana’s waist and abdomen.

Before Juliana could react, Evan Grant had already grabbed the blade barehanded and swung a fierce punch with his other hand.

As the opponent was pushed back, Juliana seemed to catch a glimpse of the scars on his hand.

Three fierce scab marks; she had left them once.

She wanted to see the person’s face clearly, but he turned and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

So the person who wants her dead is inside the Grant Family?

The Maybach drove away from the funeral home, and only then did Juliana notice Evan Grant’s injury.

The wound would need stitches.

Yet, Evan Grant only gave it simple treatment, asking where she lived and offering to take her back.

Juliana didn’t want to give him any false impressions, so she didn’t mention accompanying him to the hospital.

At the apartment complex.

Juliana opened the car door and, after some thought, said, "Aetherflame has declared never to cooperate with Cortexa. For the company’s reputation, this stance will not change."

Evan Grant smiled and waved at her, "Just an instinctive reaction earlier, don’t overthink it."

"That’s good."

Then, Juliana got out and left.

Just arrived home, Summer Shaw called.

"Are you okay?"

Juliana changed her shoes, not mentioning the divorce agreement.

"I’m fine, just went to Lily Windsor’s memorial hall earlier, almost caused a fight, he got a little injured for me."

Summer Shaw immediately reminded her, "Don’t be moved! My brother said George Grant teamed up with the family’s second son to corner Evan Grant. Evan Grant plans to throw his entire property into rescuing the new energy heavy truck project, but ninety percent will be lost. Cooperating with us is the quickest way to turn the tables. This move is obviously directed at you!"

Juliana paused in silence, "I understand what you mean, I won’t be tempted by him."

Ending the call, she looked out the window.

So, agreeing to the divorce suddenly, arranging her future life suddenly, what’s he planning?

...

The next day, Juliana went to Celestial Vista to visit her grandfather.

The old man’s spirits were high, "Aidan Linton’s birthday is coming soon; this year I intend to visit the cemetery too."

Juliana nearly forgot about it, "Must you go?"

Her grandfather looked at her, smiling deeply, "Does he not need me to go?"

Juliana’s heart skipped a beat, almost believing her grandfather knew something.

"Alright, I’ll come to pick you up when the time comes."

Her grandfather nodded and seemed to have something on his mind while gazing outside.

Just then, Rosalind Linton returned from outside, beaming.

Seeing Juliana, she smiled, "Your husband has seen the light, suddenly transferred a sum of money to me, saying it’s to compensate for lacking filial piety these years."

Juliana furrowed her brow, "How much did he give?"

"Fifteen million, enough for your grandfather’s medicine for a full year."

Recalling Summer Shaw’s words, Juliana felt an indistinct unease over Evan Grant’s unusual actions.

She remained silent, but her grandfather was very agitated, "Give it back to him; we don’t want his money! Let them get a divorce with Juliana immediately."

Rosalind Linton hurriedly calmed him down, "Father, if Evan Grant hadn’t held George Grant back, your medicine would have been cut off long ago. Now that he’s offering money, even if we don’t appreciate it, let’s not sour the relationship..."

The old man glared, "Just ruin it, tear it apart until it’s gone!"

Rosalind Linton: "..."

In fact, Evan Grant had another card, the child in Mrs. Young’s belly could be the leverage against George Grant.

But this secret was only mentioned without names at Lily Windsor’s; Juliana hadn’t told anyone else.

At this moment, her phone rang.

A panicked voice came from inside.

"Ma’am, someone just came to check the prenatal records. Even this hospital isn’t safe; I want to leave, can you help me?"