CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 137: JULIANA JACOBS STRIKES BACK AGAIN, THE QUINN FAMILY IS FINISHED

The wind on the hospital rooftop was strong, making it hard for Juliana Jacobs to keep her eyes open.

A few burly men dragged her roughly to the center of the rooftop.

Juliana’s legs were weak, and the rough cement scraped her pants and skin, sending waves of searing pain through her.

When they reached the center of the rooftop, the men finally let go of her but then formed a circle, enclosing her.

Juliana tried to rub her legs to restore strength and get herself to stand.

At that moment, Yvonne Quinn stepped out from behind them.

"It’s useless. After the electric shock, you can’t even stand up for at least a day or two," Yvonne smiled smugly, "but even a few hours is too long for you because it takes less than a minute to throw you off from here."

Juliana gritted her teeth and said, "This is illegal."

Yvonne laughed, "So what? With Evan around, even if I commit murder, no one would dare touch me."

Juliana’s hands, propping herself up on the ground, formed fists. "You’re about to marry him. Why do this?"

At this mention, the smile on Yvonne’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a thin layer of anger.

"I want to marry Evan in style. I want everyone to envy me! But you repeatedly tarnish my reputation and call Evan an abandoned husband you didn’t want. How will I ever hold my head high in elite circles?"

"Juliana, you’re like a smelly, hard rock, stubbornly blocking my path. As long as you’re alive, I’ll never smoothly marry him!"

Juliana coldly laughed at her words.

"Everything you rely on is based on a man, but if Evan finds out about your dirty deeds, he’ll be disgusted to even touch you."

Yvonne’s eyes turned cold, "What did Stella say to you?"

Juliana, feigning mystery, didn’t answer her.

Why would Stella tell her about their affairs in Aldoria?

It was merely deduced by using the logic of birds of a feather flock together.

Yvonne instantly flew into a rage and shouted at the men, "What are you standing there for? You’ll only get paid after throwing her over!"

Juliana was seized by four men and taken to the rooftop’s edge.

Yvonne laughed behind her, "Don’t worry, there’s no surveillance here. Your death will only be seen as a rich woman who can’t think straight and jumped, while I..."

She deliberately raised her voice.

"Will soon announce my engagement as Evan Grant’s fiancée at the press conference, and by that time, you’ll be long dead."

Amid Yvonne’s audacious laughter, half of Juliana’s body was already hanging in the air.

She clung to the railing, unwilling to let go of any chance to survive.

Just then, with a "bang," the rooftop door was kicked open.

Two bodyguards rushed in like wild beasts, frightening Yvonne into crouching down with her head in her hands.

Seeing someone block their monetary path, the men immediately let go of Juliana to confront them.

Juliana was left hanging on the rooftop edge.

Jared Langley rushed forward and pulled her back onto the rooftop with effort.

But in exerting too much force, his back wounds tore open, quickly soaking his white shirt with bright red blood.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Juliana moved her gaze away from him, her eyes red but without tears.

"Now we’re even."

Jared snorted coldly, "You’re dreaming; now you owe me a life."

After speaking, the fabric on his back tugged at his wound, and he gasped lightly, adding, "And 2000 milliliters of blood."

"With so much blood loss, you’re already dead."

Juliana tried to stand but found her legs were still weak.

Meanwhile, the two bodyguards had completely subdued the four men.

One of them stepped forward for instructions.

Jared, dropping his teasing expression, said in a deep voice, "Take them to the police station."

The bodyguard said, "But that woman ran away while we were busy."

Jared sharply surveyed the surroundings, "What about the surveillance around here?"

Bodyguard, "There are none on the rooftop."

Jared’s gaze fell on the building opposite, "What about over there?"

The bodyguard suddenly realized.

Juliana reached out and tugged at Jared’s pant leg, "Help me with something, and I’ll owe you a favor."

Jared raised an eyebrow.

Juliana said, "Take me to Evan Grant’s press conference."

The bodyguard reminded, "Young master, your back injury..."

Jared paused, took out his phone, found Adrian Langley’s number, was about to dial, then stopped...

Yvonne hurried down the rooftop, intending to catch a cab to leave.

A black business car stopped in front of her.

The door opened, and Stella Windsor peeked out, saying, "Get in."

Without hesitation, Yvonne jumped into the car.

However, after the car left the hospital, she suddenly grabbed Stella’s neck.

"Did you tell that woman about my affair in Aldoria?"

Stella pried her hand away, bewildered, "Tell who? What are you talking about?"

Yvonne didn’t believe she was innocent at all.

"While teaching me how to deal with Juliana, you sold me out to her, trying to play both sides?"

She tightened her grip on Stella’s neck.

"Let me tell you, I’m not as tolerant as Juliana. If you piss me off, I’ll spill all those dirty deeds you did in Aldoria to Evan Grant, and then don’t even think about being his concubine, you won’t even be his stepsister."

Stella was also angered by her words and coldly laughed, "Said enough? Look at your back seat."

As soon as Yvonne turned her head, two men in the back seat lunged forward, holding her down on the car seat...

Two hours later, in Cortexa Group’s press conference room.

With just over ten minutes until the press conference, they still couldn’t contact Yvonne.

Backstage, Quentin Quinn and his wife were anxiously pacing.

Only Evan Grant remained calm, even focusing on the documents in his hand.

"Evan, aren’t you going to send someone to find Yvonne?" Quentin Quinn asked.

Without looking up, Evan replied, "Her feet are on her own body; if you can’t contact her, how can I find her?"

Mrs. Quinn was so angry that she rushed up and tore the document from his hands.

"You’re just thinking about that other woman, ignoring the life or death of our daughter."

Evan frowned coldly.

Quentin hurried to persuade, but Mrs. Quinn shook off his hand.

"Why fear? He has to rely on your student, so he has to marry our Yvonne. No need to be subservient to him!"

She turned and pointed at Evan, continuing her tirade.

"Don’t think you can neglect her if my daughter has a bit of trouble! Your Grant Family must treat her as the main wife! After marriage, you must either send that ex-wife away or kill her; I don’t care, but she mustn’t get in the way again!"

Evan glanced at her, "Have I given you face?"

Mrs. Quinn was about to explode when a staff member hurriedly entered and whispered a few words to Quentin.

Quentin patted Mrs. Quinn’s shoulder, "Honey, we’ve got news on Yvonne. Wait here; I’ll go get her."

With that, he ran out without waiting for Mrs. Quinn’s response.

Inside a private café, now reserved.

Quentin scanned around but didn’t see his daughter, only Juliana, sitting leisurely in the center of the hall.

He immediately got angry, rushing forward to shout, "Did you kidnap my daughter? Just to stop her from being with Evan Grant, how could you do such a vicious thing? I... I’ll call the police right now!"

He said, pulling out his phone.

Just then, a clear conversation began playing in the café.

It was the recording of Yvonne kidnapping Juliana to the rooftop.

"... take less than a minute to throw you off from here..."

Quentin froze, the color draining from his face instantly.

Juliana paused the recording, looking at him calmly, "Professor Quinn, this is evidence of your daughter’s attempted murder. Trading this for the academic honors you once plagiarized isn’t excessive, is it?"