CHAPTER 150: CHAPTER 150: ELIAS LANGLEY’S PHONE HAS HER PHOTO

Juliana Jacobs’ gaze lingered on the glass half-filled with mixed liquor for a moment.

"If Mr. Preston can’t keep his word, I have my ways to drag you to hell."

After saying that, she lifted the enormous glass and gulped it down with a near-desperate resolve.

The strong liquor burned like flames down her throat, blazing and churning in her stomach. Her knuckles clenched, yet she didn’t pause,

as the remaining liquor spilled from the corners of her lips, flowed down her neck, soaking her collar. That pitiful wet mark echoed her small and powerless desolation at the moment.

Bam!

Juliana slammed the empty wine glass heavily on the table. Her body swayed involuntarily, yet she still forced herself to stand firm, staring directly at Philip Preston.

"Call them now!"

Philip Preston’s eyes were complex, his face darkened again and again, and finally, he kept his promise. He picked up his phone, admitted to the supervision bureau in front of Juliana that he had drunk too much last night and uttered nonsense.

Juliana put the evidence bag back into her purse.

Philip Preston hurriedly said, "Leave that thing with me."

Juliana chuckled, "That thing is not within the scope of our deal."

With that, she turned and left, walking quickly.

She drank so hard that even her assistant dared not stop her.

From the elevator to the parking lot, she headed straight for Summer Shaw’s parking space.

Summer Shaw saw her staggering figure, her heart tightened, and she immediately pushed open the door and rushed over quickly.

Juliana almost fell into her arms, reeking of alcohol mixed with cold sweat, her breath hot and rapid.

Summer Shaw held her collapsing shoulders, tears surfacing instantly.

"It’s okay if Aetherflame is lost, why do you have to push yourself so hard?"

Juliana was already dizzy, her stomach beginning to ache more intensely, and she was nearing exhaustion.

"I’ve already thrown up once, hurry, take me to the hospital, or I won’t have the strength to walk."

Summer Shaw, her eyes red, quickly helped her into the car.

Once in the driver’s seat, Summer made a call and sped toward the hospital.

The ambulance arranged by Caleb Shaw met them halfway.

Juliana was already unconscious.

"How much did she drink?" Caleb Shaw frowned and asked.

Summer Shaw, choking with sobs, couldn’t speak.

Caleb Shaw immediately induced vomiting on Juliana in the ambulance.

Juliana felt awful, retching several times before choking out a few mouthfuls of red liquid mixed with alcohol.

The thing Caleb most feared actually happened.

"Prepare an IV line, urgent blood tests for blood count and coagulation function, alert the blood bank for four units of emergency blood!"

"Brother, she won’t die, will she?" Summer Shaw cried uncontrollably.

Caleb Shaw took out his phone, "In case of gastric bleeding, I’ve got to notify Evan Grant."

Summer Shaw pressed down his hand, "She absolutely doesn’t want to see the Grants right now."

"Don’t be ridiculous!" Caleb shook her off, "She has no family now; her only legal husband is Evan Grant. If a critical condition notice needs to be signed, who will make that decision?"

Summer hesitated for a moment, her tone unusually firm, "Someone will take responsibility. In any case, Evan Grant must not be notified."

Within less than half an hour, Adrian Langley had arrived at the hospital and signed a series of documents for Juliana.

By this time, Juliana had been sent to the intensive care unit.

Caleb Shaw said to him, "The patient’s bleeding situation is better than expected, but the greatest current risk is complications from acute alcohol intoxication, so close observation is still required."

Adrian Langley punched the wall, growling, "Is there no one who can deal with them?"

Summer Shaw was no longer crying, but her eyes were still very red.

"Are you willing to go against the Grants? What about the Prestons? Would your father agree with you going against him?"

Adrian Langley was stumped by her words.

"This world doesn’t talk about justice, only leverage. What have you gained in your four years in the Langley Family? She has to clean up your mess, but when she needs someone to support her, none of you are reliable. If you truly care for her, show some ambition, make a name for yourself in the Langley Family, and become her support."

Summer Shaw’s icy words struck Adrian Langley’s heart, and suffocating silence spread.

Caleb looked at his sister, seemingly much more mature, and turned to the corner of the corridor.

He looked toward a man who had been standing there for a long time.

"Her gastric mucosa is severely damaged, she must rest quietly for a long time, otherwise it’s easy to cause gastric bleeding. As for the effects of alcohol on the nervous system... it still needs observation."

Evan Grant’s face showed little expression. The light cast a chiaroscuro on his tight profile, as if nobody could fathom his current emotions.

"When will she wake up?"

Caleb pursed his lips, "That depends on her own physical condition."

"When she wakes up, please notify me promptly. Let me know about her condition daily, thank you."

Having said that, he left without any visible emotion.

And Juliana woke up late at night.

The first thing she said was, "How’s Aetherflame?"

Summer Shaw choked and said, "The closure notice was withdrawn."

Upon hearing this, the strength Juliana held onto completely dissipated, and the overwhelming discomfort surged through her.

On the other side, in Kingsford.

Elias Langley returned from the suburbs.

He opened his phone, looked at the messages and missed calls, an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.

Only two days of not replying to her messages, and she no longer persisted.

So her feelings for him weren’t that deep.

He flipped through the call records from the morning.

Seeing a number, his gaze suddenly turned cold.

He called back, only to hear the mechanical female voice, "Please leave a message and contact tomorrow."

"Old Shepherd..."

Elias Langley paused, pressing his tongue against his cheek.

Here, things aren’t over yet; he can’t book a flight to Kenton.

Quinn Shepherd looked at him, waiting for instructions.

"Check if there’s anything special going on in Kenton?"

"Something special?"

Quinn Shepherd was momentarily stunned, then realized he probably wanted to know about the situation with Aetherflame.

"Boss," he teased with a laugh, "not seeing each other for a day feels like three years to you, is that it?"

Elias buried all his emotions and ordered, "Compress all subsequent schedules, I want the matters here wrapped up quickly."

"Yes," Quinn responded formally.

...

In Kenton, a bar.

Philip Preston drank alone in a private room.

In the morning, he was threatened by a woman, forced to admit he "spoke nonsense while drunk," which was utterly humiliating.

Just then, Evan Grant pushed the door open, a faint and unreadable smile on his face.

"Mr. Preston, what a refined hobby, sipping alone."

"Mr. Grant, Vice President?"

Philip instinctively stood up.

Although he had just been transferred to Kenton, he had long heard of Evan Grant’s capabilities.

Even if the latter seemed sidelined now at the Cortexa Group, his presence hadn’t diminished one bit.

Evan smiled and shook hands with him, patting his shoulder.

"I’ve heard for a long time that the head of Entropy Drive’s Purchasing Department is astute and capable, with a bright future. Today, I see it’s indeed true. I wonder if this Mr. Grant could have the honor of sharing a drink with Mr. Preston?"

Philip was flattered, quickly replying with a smile, "I’m honored, please have a seat!"

Evan’s lips curved into a smile, and he snapped his fingers.

Immediately, a dozen young women and men filed in carrying drinks, filling the private room.

As the door closed, Philip’s assistant was kicked inside by a member too.

Evan smiled without reaching his eyes, "Mr. Preston, they’re all here to drink with you, please don’t leave until you’re drunk tonight."

...

Quinn Shepherd, having connections in Kenton, soon received information.

At 3 a.m., he walked into Elias Langley’s study.

Elias was holding documents, but his gaze was fixed on his phone screen,

on which was a solo picture of Juliana at Quentin Quinn’s birthday banquet.

She wasn’t wearing a gown and was even leaning on a cane, yet her clean face exuded a touch of indomitable courage.

At this moment, Quinn understood.

Over the years, the boss had seen countless beauties, but only a steadfast spirit could truly capture his eye.

He then stepped forward and reported, "Boss, there’s some situation regarding Aetherflame..."