CHAPTER 121: CHAPTER 121: GETTING A TASTE OF THE RICH LADY LIFE IN ADVANCE

"Say that again?"

Juliana couldn’t believe her ears.

A phone was held out next to her.

Rosalind wiped her tears, her tone unusually firm, "Go ahead, I’m recording. If a man doesn’t keep his word, he’s just a limp enoki mushroom."

Ethan’s eyelids twitched, but Evan’s expression remained unchanged as he looked deeply at Juliana.

"But there’s one condition, which is a one-month cooling-off period. We have to act like a normal married couple."

Juliana scoffed lightly, "Do you think that’s possible?"

Evan closed his eyes briefly, "I don’t ask you to come home, I mean that when you need to appear as my wife, you should cooperate."

Rosalind pulled Juliana behind her and stepped forward, "Now you remember she’s your wife? When those women bullied her, what was she then? A punching bag? Or an indestructible cockroach?"

"You’ve bullied her to this point, and you still have so many demands for the divorce. Are you a pig’s tail? You like dragging things out."

Evan finally got a bit irritated with her, and he called Ethan.

"Go see if there are any empty graves available?"

Rosalind instantly fell silent, took a deep breath, and quickly hid behind Juliana.

Evan looked at Juliana and continued, "I’m in a difficult situation at the company right now, so let’s not make our impending divorce public. During this month of the cooling-off period, we should interact normally as we did in the past. I promise I won’t ignore your feelings like I did before."

Rosalind gently tugged on Juliana’s sleeve from behind, signaling her not to agree.

Juliana thought for a moment, then raised her chin and said, "Okay, but let’s go register for divorce at the civil affairs bureau right now."

Evan’s already pale face turned even paler.

"I’ve brought the marriage certificate, shall we go together?" he asked.

"I drove," Juliana said.

Evan nodded forlornly.

As he left, Rosalind excitedly grabbed Juliana’s hand, "He’s suddenly so agreeable, he must be up to no good. How could you fall for it?"

Juliana smirked faintly, "Do you have a better way to make him register immediately?"

Rosalind was speechless.

Juliana was about to head to the parking lot.

Adrian approached and said, "You’ve been on vigil for your grandfather for three days without proper rest; I don’t feel safe with you driving. I’ll take you to the civil affairs bureau."

Upon hearing this, Jared scoffed, "Grandfather this, grandfather that, you’re really attentive. What if Evan causes trouble halfway, can you handle it?"

He then looked at Juliana, "Let me take you there. With me escorting you, even grandfather’s spirit would be at peace."

Adrian got angry, "Is he your grandfather? Why do you keep saying it?"

Jared contemptuously replied, "Are you the only one allowed to say it?"

Juliana looked at both of them, then gave Jared a push.

"Stop arguing, let’s drive."

Driver Langley, "..."

Despite many concerns along the way, the process to apply for divorce at the civil affairs bureau was surprisingly smooth.

Juliana held the receipt stamped with the official seal, feeling a bit emotional.

In 30 days, she would regain her freedom.

And the only thing she needed to do now was ensure that Evan wouldn’t go back on his word during these 30 days.

However, when she walked out of the civil affairs bureau lobby, she couldn’t find Jared or his car anywhere.

Scanning around, she saw only a Jaguar parked in the lot, its hood covered in blue roses, resembling a wedding car at first glance.

Juliana didn’t dare to recognize it at first, and as she was about to walk away, the car honked.

Jared stuck his head out from the car, smiling at her.

Juliana was stunned for a moment before finding her voice, "What happened to your car... why does it look like this?"

Jared leaned against the window, giving a bold smile, "Celebrating your second trip to the civil affairs bureau! One more time, and you’ll be completely free, isn’t that worth celebrating?"

Juliana took a deep breath, holding back a smile, "Can we pretend we don’t know each other for now?"

"Why?" Jared raised an eyebrow.

"It’s so tacky," Juliana finally couldn’t help but laugh, "Really, it’s so cheesy I almost didn’t recognize it."

Jared laughed too, getting out of the car to open the door for her, saying, "The florist highly recommended it, said it’s the latest trend. See, my money is so easy to deceive."

"I don’t believe President Langley, a man of taste, couldn’t tell."

Juliana thought he did it on purpose to cheer her up.

And Jared, with his deep gaze, raised an eyebrow deliberately, "Really?"

Juliana bent down to get into the passenger seat, unable to hold back her smile.

As Evan came out of the registration hall, he saw the two of them leaving happily.

Ethan frowned, "What’s President Langley implying? Did he really prepare a divorce celebration car? Is he not even pretending anymore while stepping in?"

Evan watched the ridiculous flower-covered car leave, his gaze turning chillingly dark.

...

In the evening, Summer insisted on taking Juliana to a bar to celebrate.

Last time, they didn’t pop champagne halfway through, and the divorce didn’t go through.

This time, she didn’t want to be low-key about it.

Juliana, initially tired and wanting to rest, couldn’t resist her enthusiasm, so she went along.

Nightfire Bar.

The heavy bass seemed to thump directly in her chest, driving away all her sleepiness.

Summer reserved a spacious booth.

The place had a minimum spend requirement, but she didn’t care.

The arduous path of her friend’s divorce had reached this step, and this expense was necessary.

The waiter served the drinks, and Summer slapped a platinum card on the table, "Bring over your most handsome, smooth-talking, and free-spirited young man!"

The waiter thought for a moment, "You mean our leading man?"

Summer nodded.

Juliana tugged on her sleeve, "Are you serious?"

Summer waved her hand elegantly, "Once you’re divorced, you’ll be a wealthy single woman. Might as well get used to the lifestyle early."

She poured Juliana a drink, toasting her to a happy divorce.

Juliana took a sip of the colorful cocktail, its strong alcohol content burning her throat.

"I’ve never ordered one before, do you know how to play this?" she said uncertainly.

Summer, experienced, said, "What technique does it need? Just get a handsome man to drink and chat with. If you get drunk, you can feel his abs or lean on his chest."

Chest?

Juliana’s thoughts drifted back to the morning she woke up.

Whose chest could compare to Elias Langley’s?

Summer, unaware she was daydreaming, leaned closer and lowered her voice, "The best part is, after enjoying it all, you don’t have to be responsible for him. Isn’t that a stress reliever?"

Juliana still felt a bit nervous, "Maybe you could demonstrate first?"

Summer laughed easily, "Simple. Just watch how I handle him, and do the same."

No sooner had they finished talking than a man in a white shirt and black trousers, guided by a waiter, walked towards them.

The man’s handsome features were undeniable, but there was a calm maturity about him that seemed out of place.

Summer, having already finished a cocktail, frowned at the approaching figure.

"What kind of young man is this? This ’duck’ is too old!"

Juliana almost couldn’t speak, reaching out to cover her mouth, making an effort to stay calm, "That’s Jared."

Summer, "..."

Great, now he’d heard everything she said.