CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 138: HER LIPS GLIDED SMOOTHLY ACROSS HIS CHEEK

"It’s just a recording. With Evan around, it won’t be enough to convict my daughter."

Quentin Quinn believed he still held a trump card.

Juliana Jacobs sneered, "There’s no surveillance on the outpatient building’s rooftop, but there is on the inpatient building, pointing right in that direction. With the recording and the video, I believe it’ll be irrefutable evidence."

Quentin Quinn was furious, "Without my guidance and platform back then, where would your research results have come from? Putting my name on the paper and claiming the results were your honor, and now you’re blackmailing me with my daughter? Tell me, where is she! What did you do to her?"

Juliana Jacobs calmly dialed the police on her phone, "She attempted murder and is now a fugitive. The police can help you find her."

Having said that, she started to dial.

Quentin Quinn had actually been flustered all along.

Realizing that as long as his daughter married Evan, future wealth and status wouldn’t need any professor’s halo, he quickly said, "What do you want me to do?"

Juliana paused the dialing, raised an eyebrow, "Go to the press conference now, and in front of everyone, confess in detail how you’ve plagiarized and seized your students’ papers and results over the years."

...

What was supposed to be an announcement of an engagement turned into Quentin Quinn’s confessional press conference.

Mrs. Quinn listened to his confession from below the stage, her face turning pale instantly.

She shouted excitedly from the audience, "Are you crazy? This is being broadcast live."

However, Quentin Quinn acted as if he couldn’t hear, confessing in detail to the camera about what he had done.

A reporter from the audience asked if there was any evidence of his deeds.

Quentin Quinn wanted to act like he was being forced, but then Ryan Warner stood up.

"The evidence is with me!"

A beloved disciple betraying him, Quentin Quinn was utterly shocked.

Ryan, with a face full of righteousness, said, "Professor, since you’ve confessed, just admit to it. I don’t want to cover for you anymore."

Plagiarizing students’ papers and seizing their research results would not only cost Quentin Quinn his professorship but also all the glory he had managed for half his life.

The title of president of the New Energy Association, academic status, social reputation... all gone.

Mrs. Quinn couldn’t bear it any longer, messing up her elegant bun.

As the press conference ended, so did everything for the Quinn family.

Quentin Quinn knew his time was up and quickly ran backstage.

"Evan, I was forced by your ex-wife, she used Yvonne to threaten me, you must stand up for me." he cried bitterly.

Evan Grant faintly smiled, "I haven’t divorced, where did the ex-wife come from?"

The Quinns were stunned.

Evan Grant adjusted his suit, "My wife has always been someone who repays faults. That she didn’t give you tenfold in return already shows respect for her teacher."

Mrs. Quinn was dissatisfied and was about to make a scene when Ethan Carter ran in to report quietly: "President Grant, the police found Yvonne in the suburbs, she...she had her uterus removed."

Isaac Grant was nowhere to be seen today.

Evan Grant knew full well who was behind it.

Yvonne’s value had been fully exploited.

And upon hearing this, Mrs. Quinn completely broke down, screaming as she charged at Evan Grant.

"You have to marry her! My daughter’s life is ruined, you must..."

Evan Grant coldly sidestepped her, "I don’t collect garbage."

With that, he gestured to the bodyguards, "Throw this madwoman out."

Quentin Quinn was speechless.

"Juliana, yes, Juliana, she’s the one who falsely reported and got my daughter arrested..."

Saying this, not caring about his wife anymore, he hurriedly ran towards the café.

After watching the broadcast, Juliana, in a wheelchair, was pushed out by Quinn Shepherd from the café.

Just as he was about to help her into the car, Quentin Quinn caught up.

"You sinister woman, you removed my daughter’s uterus and called the police, you’re not human!"

Juliana raised her eyebrows slightly and was about to speak when Jared Langley poked his head out from the passenger seat, "Professor Quinn, your daughter hired someone to attack me on the rooftop. How could I become a just citizen if I didn’t call the police?"

Seeing him, Quentin Quinn only then noticed that the car in front of him was a Hongqi L5, and that it was Quinn Shepherd who provided Juliana’s wheelchair, so... was that person also in the car?

Juliana saw he had no confidence to argue anymore and laughed, "Your daughter lost her uterus, and you still don’t hurry to force her on Evan? He’s a scrap collector, taking in all sorts of cheap goods. If you act quick, your Old Quinn family may still have a bright financial future."

"You..." Quentin Quinn clutched his chest, collapsing.

As he fell, Juliana noticed Evan Grant standing behind him.

The man stared at her wheelchair, frowning as he approached, "What’s happened to your leg?"

Juliana looked at him calmly, without a trace of hostility, "Do you want to know?"

Evan Grant’s face showed little expression, but his lowered hand was clenched into a fist.

Juliana beckoned with her finger.

Evan Grant leaned over.

The next moment, slap!

Juliana’s palm landed heavily on his face.

Then, her melodious voice brushed past his ear, "Thanks to you, thank you."

Evan Grant used his tongue to push against his burning cheek, slowly stood upright, and smiled slightly.

"As long as you can recover and walk into the civil affairs bureau yourself."

With that, he also didn’t care about Quentin Quinn on the ground, walking away without looking back.

Quinn Shepherd sighed, took out his phone and dialed 120.

"Miss Jacobs, shall we get in the car?" he asked.

Juliana nodded, bracing her hands on the armrests, trying hard to stand, while Quinn Shepherd supported her from behind, but her legs still gave no strength.

Just as she was about to sit back down, a hand reached out from inside the car and pulled her in.

Juliana fell onto the back seat, in chaos, her hand pressing against Elias Langley’s inner thigh.

Their eyes met, breaths entwined.

Juliana jerked her hand back as if electrified and moved to sit properly to the side.

Elias Langley quickly quelled the dark surge in his eyes, a mocking smile playing at the corner of his lips, "You really know where to touch."

Juliana’s ears turned scarlet, she turned away to look elsewhere.

Jared Langley, not noticing the small episode between them, leaned against his chair, speaking out of the window: "Uncle, find her a caregiver, I don’t think there’s anyone to look after her at home."

Elias Langley instructed Quinn Shepherd, "Take the young master to the hospital."

Jared Langley was about to say there was no need, but Elias Langley calmly said, "Your mother has already arranged it; she’s waiting for you in the ward."

Jared Langley, "..."

Their car drove off into the distance.

In a black business vehicle parked by the roadside.

"To be so friendly with the Langley family, this woman has some skills,"

Isaac Grant mused to himself, then turned and delivered a slap to Stella Windsor’s face.

"Why didn’t you tell me earlier that Juliana would deal with Yvonne, causing me to waste effort on a worthless piece?"

Stella Windsor covered her face, feeling wronged, "How was I supposed to know what she would do?"

"Argue again, and do you believe I’ll have your sterilization surgery done?"

Hearing that, Stella Windsor kept her mouth shut.

Isaac Grant calmed himself, though his tone remained gloomy, "Evan’s been acting oddly lately, I suspect he’s up to something. I’ve set Ryan Warner up for you, be smart, keep an eye on him, and report every move to me."

Stella only sobbed, shedding tears silently.

Isaac held his patience, "Don’t worry, I’ll help you sleep with him."

"However," his tone shifted, "don’t go provoking Juliana on your own; don’t mess up my big plans, understand?"

Stella nodded through her tears.

Leave Juliana alone?

That wasn’t going to happen!

...

Jared Langley was settled in the hospital, Elias Langley then took Juliana to her apartment complex downstairs.

Despite telling himself a thousand times during the journey to just drop her off and leave, not to meddle further.

Yet seeing her struggle several times to get into her wheelchair, he ultimately got out of the car, frowned, and lifted her up in his arms.

As a result of using too much force, as he raised her in an instant, Juliana’s lips inadvertently brushed against his cheek, leaving a moist trail on his face.