CHAPTER 147: CHAPTER 147: TAKING HER FOR STERILIZATION

Old Mrs. Grant looked at him indifferently, "If I deal with her, won’t Evan turn against me?"

Oh, I misunderstood.

Peter Dawson lowered his head.

But then, Old Mrs. Grant snorted coldly, "A woman who can get Lily Windsor out of the way is definitely not soft-hearted. She has just pointed out a path, Stella staying by Evan’s side is a hidden danger."

...

Over here, Stella was released on bail by the lawyer.

Evan Grant didn’t come to pick her up.

She’s a smart person and immediately understood that he was deliberately giving her the cold shoulder.

So she didn’t go to the company to find him at once, but instead went straight to the airport.

Ryan Warner had been pondering for over an hour in a café next to the airport, finally making a decision and got up to leave.

Just as he reached the door, he was stopped by a few shady-looking people.

Without a word, they forcibly took him to a vacant lot under construction opposite the airport.

Once there, they started hitting him, mercilessly raining punches and kicks, all landing on his face.

Two beatings in one day, Ryan Warner was beaten until he howled in pain.

Not until the blood on his forehead flowed so much that he couldn’t open his eyes did they stop.

Stella walked out from behind those people, her gaze towards him was extremely cold.

"What was Mr. Warner doing at the airport?" she asked with a smile.

Ryan Warner, his mouth swollen, could only respond vaguely, "Picking up a friend."

Stella kicked his damaged suitcase, "Do you need luggage to pick up a friend?"

Ryan Warner lay on the ground, saying nothing.

Stella squatted in front of him and slapped him again.

"Thought you could run off just because I was locked up, did you? Let me tell you, we are on the same boat, if I drown, I won’t let you off either. There’s no way you can get off halfway."

Ryan Warner no longer spoke forcefully, only nodding tearfully to show that he had received a severe lesson.

Stella was satisfied with his submissive demeanor now.

"This time I’ll give you a warning. You know Isaac Grant’s methods. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, to him, getting rid of you is as easy as squashing an ant. Go obediently back to work with Evan Grant, understood?"

Ryan Warner nodded.

Stella stood up, cursed "spineless" and then instructed those people to take him to the hospital.

An hour later, she bathed with pomelo leaves and then went to Cortexa Group, heading straight to Evan Grant’s office.

"Brother, Ryan Warner... isn’t leaving."

Evan Grant, who was focused on handling documents, paused his pen upon hearing this and looked up at her.

Stella walked to his side.

"He said it was because Professor Quinn was no longer here, and he felt insecure working with you, so he offered his resignation."

She paused, fingers unconsciously gripping her clothes, her eyes reddened.

As if she had made a huge sacrifice.

"To ease his mind for work, I agreed to be his girlfriend."

However, Evan Grant was unmoved by her falling tears and even coldly looked away.

"You didn’t need to do this for me."

"Brother," Stella was a bit agitated, "this is my way of making it up to you."

Evan Grant coldly chuckled, "Do you really know your mistake?"

Stella bit her lip as if too remorseful to speak.

Only then did Evan Grant slowly look at her, "You have tried hard to smear Juliana Jacobs for betraying me just to confirm my decision to divorce her, but you overlooked that I’m a man, and I care about saving face."

"I know I’m wrong, brother."

Stella’s tears burst forth.

Thus, Evan Grant’s eyes softened, and he stood up to hand her a tissue.

"Don’t cry anymore. If Ryan Warner is someone worth trusting, I won’t oppose you being together. If he’s not, don’t force yourself. Whoever you marry in the future, I will prepare a generous dowry for you."

"But I can’t help wanting to be good to you," Stella said.

Evan Grant had little reaction to her flattering words, "My affairs with her don’t require an outsider’s interference, remember?"

Stella nodded.

Seeing that she didn’t take the tissue from him, Evan Grant personally wiped her tears.

At this moment, the office door opened, and Old Mrs. Grant walked in.

Seeing the two in such a state, Old Mrs. Grant’s expression was unpleasant.

"You two have no blood relationship; there’s no need to be so intimate as siblings."

Evan Grant threw the tissue into the trash, a smile still on his face.

"Grandma, what’s the matter?"

Since handing over the company to Evan Grant, Old Mrs. Grant never came in person.

This time, appearing in his office must be because of something significant.

"I’m here for her."

Old Mrs. Grant looked at Stella.

Stella was frightened, shrinking closer to Evan Grant’s arm.

Old Mrs. Grant’s gaze gradually became sharp.

"This woman staying by your side will eventually cause trouble, disgracing the Grant Family. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I want to take her to get sterilized."

Stella was very shocked.

This old hag and Isaac... truly, those who are not from the same family don’t end up in the same house.

She hurriedly grabbed Evan Grant’s hand, "Brother, I don’t want to."

The old lady snorted coldly, "This is not up to you."

With that, she instructed Peter Dawson to come forward and grab her.

Evan Grant thought for a moment, then raised his hand to stop Peter Dawson.

"No need for this, grandma."

The old lady, whose eyes had weathered many storms, narrowed slightly, a dismissive glint passing over her gaze towards Stella.

"The Grant Family is not a shelter; not any stray cat or dog can enter the door. If you really want to take her in, she must first be sterilized to avoid future troubles. Sterilized, hidden by your side so no one knows, maybe I can turn a blind eye."

Stella cursed the old lady for her cruelty in her heart, then cried as she knelt down, begging her not to do this.

"Grandma," Evan Grant’s voice still revealed no emotion, but each word was clear and unwavering, "I will handle my affairs; you don’t need to intervene anymore."

The old lady’s sharp gaze held a trace of icy chill, "Would you protect her so much, without caring about Juliana Jacobs’ thoughts at all?"

Evan Grant kept his lips closed and said nothing as if this was also his private matter and not for the old lady to interfere.

"Very well, very well!"

The old lady’s hand, propped on a cane, shook vigorously.

"Since this is the case, I won’t meddle at all! Manage it well by yourself; I hope you won’t regret it in the future!"

Her face ashen green, she leaned on Peter Dawson for support to leave, yet couldn’t suppress murmuring, "The Grant Family is doomed... the Grant Family is really doomed..."

In the office, Stella gratefully looked at Evan Grant, "Thank you, brother."

However, Evan Grant wore a cold expression, displeased for some reason.

"Just out from the detention center, rest for two days, and take this time to think clearly about what thoughts should be cut off and who should not be missed."

Stella obediently responded, though her fingertips quietly pinched into her palm.

Just wait, I’ll definitely make you believe that Juliana Jacobs has long made you wear a green hat.

In the evening, Juliana Jacobs and Summer Shaw went to a bar to socialize.

Their counterpart was the purchasing director of Entropy Drive Motors.

Entropy Drive Motors is currently selecting parts suppliers for their next-generation flagship model, and the company’s sales in the domestic auto market have always been among the top.

Summer Shaw thought they should seize this lucrative opportunity.

So, when their counterpart suggested meeting at this bar, she agreed without hesitation.

However, the moment Juliana Jacobs pushed open the room door, her gaze suddenly froze.

Because Isaac Grant and his father were also present.