CHAPTER 164: CHAPTER 164: ISAAC GRANT’S LAST FRENZY

Juliana was initially a bit flustered.

But after she stated her name, she calmed down instead.

Knowing he had a family, but still willing to wait for him to handle it, was a choice on the moral edge.

Since she chose it, she must face it.

Juliana turned her gaze to her, her eyes unusually calm, "Is that so? Then I didn’t come to the wrong place. Are you the woman he rightfully married?"

The other woman looked only twenty-one or twenty-two, yet her figure was perfectly proportional, the silk nightdress outlining curves that men couldn’t look away from.

She laughed, "How is there still a reason in this world where the mistress questions the legitimate wife’s status?"

Juliana was not annoyed, "There are plenty of unreasonable things in this world. How many years have you been married?"

The woman’s face froze for a moment and then she looked at the ceiling and said, "It doesn’t matter how many years we’ve been married, you don’t stand a chance because Elias and our Sinclair Family have an engagement. He must marry a Sinclair woman, or he’ll be ruined forever."

Juliana curled her lips, nodding, "Then Miss Sinclair better hold on tight, because... a man bound by coercion, who knows how long he can stay."

The woman’s expression suddenly changed, her sense of superiority was instantly replaced by anger.

"You’re just a tool for him to have fun outside, like a roadside meal, not even a mistress, how do you have the face to consider yourself human?"

Juliana’s eyes glanced over the woman’s slightly twisted face from anger, smiling faintly, "I never thought Elias Langley had such poor taste, so his liking for roadside meals is understandable."

After saying this, she lifted her foot and left.

Passing the front desk, she walked a few steps and then returned.

"Hello, I’d like to leave something here; could you please hand it over to the customer on this side?"

The attendant nodded, "Of course."

Juliana handed over the sugar steamed cheese she had been holding without taking out.

"Please find a fridge for it and give it to the owner of this room tomorrow morning."

She wrote down Elias Langley’s room number.

Leaving the hotel, Juliana didn’t feel good inside.

The night wind greeted her, though it was just early autumn. It gave her an intense chill.

Words like "tool for fun," "roadside meal," "mistress" crazily echoed in her mind, crushing her proud self-esteem.

She had once resented Stella Windsor, always priding herself on her sense and clarity, but never imagined she’d end up in this despised position just after her divorce.

The feeling of self-loathing suddenly surged, covering all the sadness, leaving only contempt for her foolish choice.

Then she took out her phone and blocked all contact with Elias Langley.

In the middle of the night, Elias Langley returned to the hotel and immediately saw Isabelle Sinclair using a computer by the window.

She was wearing cotton pajamas, and when she saw him returning, she immediately got up to greet him.

But Elias Langley frowned.

"Why are you here?"

"Grandpa asked me to come."

Elias Langley’s eyes darkened for a moment.

He had drunk a lot at the social event, took off his coat, and Isabelle reached out to take it, but Elias avoided her.

Isabelle pouted, "Brother-in-law, the identification center said that the ashes you admitted to were not Dorian Lowell’s. Grandpa is so angry, he thinks you’re brushing him off."

Elias himself hung up his coat, speaking coldly, "If he thinks it’s easy, let him find it himself."

Isabelle was choked by his words for a moment, then smiled, "Mom and Dad didn’t dare talk to him like that; you should go say it yourself."

Elias averted his gaze, "Did anyone come looking for me tonight?"

"Yes," Isabelle nodded, "Someone claiming to be a company president wants you to look at their products. I’ve put the document on your desk."

She didn’t come to find him?

Elias was silent for two seconds, "Don’t touch my stuff again."

"Brother-in-law..." She sidled up to him, "Isn’t it because I came to Kenton without notice? Grandpa got really mad, saying you’re deliberately fooling him, I came to give you a heads up."

Elias’s gaze softened a bit, "You wanted to come play yourself, don’t use me as an excuse. When do you plan to leave?"

"We just met and you’re already driving me away?"

"Aren’t you going to school?"

Isabelle pouted, "It’s a research exchange, I have to be here for a few days."

Elias ignored her, "Go to sleep, if I’m late, don’t wait for me."

Then he went to his room.

Closing the door, he tried to call Juliana but found he’d been blocked...

At five in the morning, the sky was still dark as ink.

But the old Grant Residence suddenly lit up.

Old Mrs. Grant was dragged from her bed to the living room.

Seeing her loyal Peter Dawson with a broken hand, the old lady firmly rolled her Buddhist beads, looking at the two men on the sofa.

"Are you two planning to change the feng shui of the Grant Residence?"

George was a bit uncomfortable sitting, while Isaac smiled, "Grandmother understands me; I do have such an idea."

Mrs. Grant’s silver hair was slightly messy, but her eyes were incredibly calm.

"Even if you kill this old lady, you won’t get what you want."

Isaac was not in a hurry, "Didn’t you make thorough plans, leaving everything in Evan Grant’s hands? Just wait, he’ll be here soon."

The old lady’s face darkened, "The most imprudent thing the old man did was keep you; he shouldn’t have made Evan vow before he died not to harm you. You living is..."

"Mom," George couldn’t listen anymore, "Isaac is your grandson, too. If you and dad were fair, would he be forced into this? I’m just not like you..."

"You’re indeed different from us," the old lady interrupted him, "The Grants’ intelligence, you haven’t inherited a bit. Instead, you’ve learned incompetence and arrogance, your eyes haven’t even developed well. You either married a foot-washer or spoiled a wastrel son. If it weren’t for Evan’s talents, I’d regret giving birth to you."

George was rendered speechless by the old lady’s words.

Isaac grew impatient and ordered someone to tie up the old lady.

However, the old lady charged straight at the coffee table.

Fortunately, George reacted quickly, rushing to cushion her, failing her attempt at suicide.

That was his own mother, George got a bit scared and persuaded, "Mom, it’s nothing serious, as long as Evan cooperates, I’ll ensure you live in comfort."

Even with her hands tied behind her back, Old Mrs. Grant spat at him, "I have no son like you!"

At this moment, Evan came.

And he came alone.

Isaac raised his chin contemptuously at him, "Coming alone, trying to show courage? Think I don’t dare touch you?"

He gestured to two tattooed men beside him, who immediately approached Evan.

Evan just smiled faintly, "If we’re comparing capabilities, you can’t beat me. Haven’t you noticed you haven’t been growing facial hair?"

Isaac was caught off guard, ordering the two to halt, asking, "What did you do to me?"

Evan raised an eyebrow, "I added a little chemical to the anti-inflammatory medication you use; I think you might be more suited as a eunuch."

George was furious, "How can you make your brother childless?"

Isaac was furious too, about to order them to beat Evan to death.

Evan remained composed, "Are you sure you want to waste time here?"

Reminded by Evan, Isaac gestured for the men to step back.

Then he tossed at Evan a will.

"Sign it, and later I’ll break your limbs and take care of you until you’re thirty-five. Now, you still have to call your wife over to trade her life for grandmother’s."

The reason for keeping Evan until he turned thirty-five was that the old Mr. Grant’s will stated: If Evan died before thirty-five, all the family assets would be donated to charities.

And as long as Juliana was removed, Evan would have no direct family, stabilizing everything under Isaac’s control.

But Evan laughed, "Brother, you’re behind on the news. I’ve completed my divorce with her; she’s not a Grant anymore, no need to find her."

Both Isaac and George were taken aback.

The plan was disrupted, Isaac instantly flew into a rage.

"You think distancing yourself protects her? Evan Grant, you’re all bluster and no power, you can’t protect anyone!"