CHAPTER 151: CHAPTER 151: YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING, AND MEN WILL TRY TO PLEASE YOU

Elias Langley turned off the phone screen unhurriedly and looked at him.

Quinn Shepherd said, "There was a little misunderstanding between them and Philip Preston from Entropy Drive Motors, but it was resolved within a day."

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Elias Langley asked lightly, "That’s it?"

Quinn Shepherd lowered his head slightly, "Sometimes no news is good news, right?"

Elias Langley’s eyes turned obscure, "Compress all the schedules further; I’ll need to go to Kenton in three days."

Quinn Shepherd, "..."

Great, not only is there no need to sleep, there’s no need to eat either.

...

Juliana Jacobs felt uncomfortable all night and only got better at dawn.

The doctor said she could have some light liquid food, so Adrian Langley immediately arranged her breakfast.

Summer Shaw parted the messy strands of hair on her forehead, still bitter about her reckless actions.

"Must you keep Aetherflame safe? Is Aetherflame more important than your life?"

Juliana Jacobs took a deep breath; her voice was weak but firm, "If I don’t want to be under someone else’s control for the rest of my life, I must protect Aetherflame. One day, you’ll stand at the pinnacle of Aetherflame, admired by others."

Summer Shaw suddenly understood, "Don’t worry, Aetherflame is fine now. I haven’t told anyone about your situation, except Adrian Langley."

Juliana Jacobs nodded. That was best.

Adrian Langley brought freshly made rice porridge and returned with some news.

"Just now, two ambulances came into the hospital. Guess who I saw?"

Juliana Jacobs looked at him but did not respond.

Adrian Langley put the rice porridge by the window to cool, "It was Philip Preston and his assistant. I heard they were both suffering from alcohol poisoning."

He chuckled, "I hadn’t figured out how to deal with them. Who was so helpful?"

Summer Shaw blinked at Juliana Jacobs, "Could it be him?"

With Adrian Langley present, she didn’t mention that person’s name directly, but Juliana Jacobs understood.

"I... don’t know." Juliana Jacobs glanced down at her phone, "Check it out. If it was him, thank him for me. If not, never mind."

Her tone was indifferent.

Summer Shaw’s heart sank slightly.

It felt like the two hadn’t even started and were already at an end.

...

At Abyssal Reach,

Isaac Grant was lying on the bed; a whole day had passed, and he still couldn’t walk.

He didn’t dare to lie flat to sleep, because it hurt like hell whenever he exerted any pressure.

Those two bastards were not human.

Because no human could play such scathing tricks, treating him like a toy, almost killing him.

George Grant brought a nurse to administer an IV and relayed the news that Aetherflame was operating normally and that Philip Preston had damaged a kidney due to drinking.

Furious, Isaac Grant smashed the water cup next to him, letting out a faint hiss.

The nurse who was injecting medicine into his IV bottle was so startled that her hand trembled.

However, he didn’t notice, and instead roared, "Who’s helping that woman!"

Stella, who was standing nearby, said, "Isn’t that your own fault? I warned you he would become a stumbling block for you, and now it’s come true, hasn’t it?"

"Shut up!" Isaac Grant glared at her viciously, "Does she think she can escape imprisonment by mere luck?"

Stella pursed her lips, "She talks about taking a path to cleanse her name, but if you don’t use your own best skills, you can’t do anything to her. So, this is how it is."

Isaac Grant, "Come here."

The nurse prepared the medication and was about to leave.

George Grant interjected, asking, "There were no other medications available yesterday. Why are there today?"

The nurse quickly replied, "Young Master Isaac’s inflammation is poorly controlled, so the doctor added a different anti-inflammatory drug to help him get back on his feet as soon as possible."

"Be cautious with your life once you leave, and don’t say anything you shouldn’t." George Grant instructed.

The nurse nodded quickly and left.

Stella moved closer to George Grant, crouching down to listen to what he had to say.

But Isaac Grant raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

"Ugh," George Grant frowned in displeasure.

Isaac Grant looked at him, "You feeling sorry for her?"

George Grant’s expression changed, "Your Auntie Windsor asked me to take care of her before she died."

Isaac Grant snorted, "Don’t you ask her how much trouble she’s caused me by acting on her own accord?"

He then took out his phone, "I’ve long since dug a pit for that woman, ready to bury her alive at any moment. Now I need to find an excuse to get Evan Grant out of the way for a few days, so she’ll find herself helpless."

...

The next day, Juliana Jacobs was discharged from the hospital.

Her stomach was still very sensitive; she couldn’t do strenuous exercise and could only consume liquid food; otherwise, severe bleeding might occur easily.

Summer Shaw and Adrian Langley were both busy and couldn’t leave.

So Caleb Shaw helped her with the discharge procedures.

"Go home and rest well, and within ten days to half a month, you’ll recover," Caleb Shaw said while sorting out the paperwork.

Juliana tilted her head and thought, "By then, I should be heading to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Evan Grant to get the divorce certificate."

Caleb opened his mouth but finally forced a smile, "May your wish come true."

He escorted Juliana to the hospital’s lower-level entrance and then turned around to message Evan Grant.

"She’s safely discharged. Philip Preston will need at least a month in the hospital. His family is causing quite a fuss; be cautious."

Evan Grant quickly replied, "That’s a dispute between them and the bar, unrelated to me. Remember not to let her know."

Juliana was heading towards the hospital entrance while calling for a ride on her phone.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone directly in front of her.

Her phone fell to the ground. As she was about to pick it up, the person stepped on it.

Juliana frowned and looked up, discovering it was Chase Miller, someone she hadn’t seen in a long time.

However, back when he was a doctor, he was always cleanly dressed, but now he had a messy beard and wrinkled clothing, radiating a deep sense of disillusionment.

Juliana was about to ask him what had happened, but Chase grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him, while also pressing a knife against her waist.

"If you want to live, don’t scream, and come with me."

Juliana frowned, "Then you should at least let me pick up my phone."

"Pick it up and give it to me, no tricks."

To maintain the knife at her waist’s artery position, Chase squatted with her.

Juliana picked up the phone and pressed the screen, but Chase grabbed it from her.

"I told you not to play tricks. Do you think I wouldn’t dare do anything to you here?"

Juliana was anxious, "Look for yourself; you stepped on my phone and broke it."

Chase didn’t look; he put her phone into his pocket.

"Let’s go."

He seized her arm, shoving her into a tricycle parked at the hospital entrance.

Because Chase stayed close to her the whole time, their struggle appeared like a quarrel between lovers, rendering Juliana’s plea for help ineffective.

A while later, the tricycle stopped at the gate of a noisy residential area.

Chase led her into a rented room.

The conditions inside were extremely shabby.

Juliana’s eyes roamed around, searching for a place to contact the outside world, but Chase pushed her onto the couch.

Then, he leaned against the edge of a broken table across from her, glaring.

Juliana’s stomach began to ache faintly, and her knuckles turned slightly pale, but she maintained an innocent expression and spoke softly.

"Is this where you’re staying? It’s so shabby. Why would you live in a place like this? When I entered earlier, that breakfast shop called ’One Side’ seemed very unsanitary. Do you often eat breakfast there?"

"Shut up!" Chase yelled, "Isn’t it all thanks to you that I’ve ended up like this? You got me fired from the hospital, then from the small clinic, and had patients create medical mishaps to extort money from me. Now I’m left with nothing, all because of you, you bitch."

His anger flared as he spoke.

Juliana quickly responded, "Why would I get someone to do such things? You must have misunderstood."

However, this only fueled Chase’s rage.

He approached and grabbed her collar, "You don’t need to do anything; men are eager to please you. Today, I’ll see what charm you have that makes these men willing to risk their lives for you"

With that, he started to tear her clothes.

"Since you’re doomed anyway, might as well die in greater disgrace!"