CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 59: BROTHER WAS VERY ANGRY WITH ME

I’ve been missing for three days; someone should have noticed my disappearance by now.

If only I could get in touch with someone... but my phone was taken away on the first day I arrived here.

"Ma’am, this porridge was made by President Grant himself, you should have some. No matter what, your health is your own responsibility."

Juliana looked at her, a glint passing through her eyes.

"I have no strength in my hands. Why don’t you feed me?"

The middle-aged woman was happy to see her willing to eat and let her guard down as she stepped forward.

In the next second, Juliana grabbed the spoon from the tray, broke it against the table, and pressed it against the woman’s neck.

"Give me your phone."

The middle-aged woman, having never experienced such a thing, was extremely scared.

"Ma’am, my husband died protecting Old Mr. Grant. I have no one to rely on and no other skills. President Grant is kind-hearted and let me stay here at the manor to do chores. He’s really a good person... If there’s any misunderstanding between you and President Grant, please talk it over. Don’t let it come to something tragic."

"Spare me that crap!"

The broken spoon handle pierced the skin on the middle-aged woman’s neck. She was so frightened her face turned pale, and she shakily pulled an old mobile phone from her pocket.

Fortunately, Juliana had a knack for numbers and could remember phone numbers at a glance.

But who should she call for help?

Juliana quickly calculated who among her acquaintances would be most likely to rescue her.

Then she dialed the number.

"Don’t you even think about moving!"

Juliana threatened the middle-aged woman again, making her even more compliant.

The phone rang for quite a while before someone answered, and they didn’t speak.

"Hello, President Langley, this is Juliana Jacobs."

The person on the other end relaxed their guard, "Is this Mrs. Grant’s phone number?"

"No, let’s keep this brief. I am being held against my will and hope to make a deal with you to gain my freedom."

Jared Langley chuckled softly, "And what leverage does Mrs. Grant have to offer me?"

Juliana: "You help me get out, and I’ll tell you a secret about Evan Grant."

"It’s a secret that can help you take him down," she added.

Jared didn’t respond immediately.

The door was knocked, and a guard outside asked loudly, "Mama Lowell, is everything alright in there?"

Juliana quickly hung up and shot the middle-aged woman a sharp look.

The woman composed herself and shouted, "It’s fine, ma’am just has a headache and I’m giving her a massage."

The people outside did not come in.

Juliana deleted Jared’s number before handing the phone back to Mama Lowell.

"Remember, don’t let anyone know about what happened today, or I’ll tell Evan Grant that you felt sorry for me and voluntarily lent me the phone."

"Please don’t get me in trouble, ma’am."

Mama Lowell almost cried.

"That’s up to you and whether you want to cause yourself trouble."

Mama Lowell left with the untouched porridge, looking dejected.

Juliana wasn’t sure if she would snitch or if Jared would agree to help her.

That night, just as she lay down, lights came on in the courtyard.

Juliana got up, quietly walked to the window, and lifted a corner of the curtain to look out.

It was Evan Grant bringing Stella Windsor over.

He sat in a lounge chair, with Stella kneeling by his feet, pouring him tea.

"Brother, this is the goji chrysanthemum tea I specially made for you. It can calm the mind and help you have a good dream."

Evan looked at her, expressionless, "You can guess what dreams I have?"

Stella lowered her head, "I also made red date tea. Should I bring it to sister-in-law?"

Evan gently pinched her chin, his eyes tender enough to melt water, but his words sharp as a knife.

"Does the incident with Chase Miller have anything to do with you?"

Stella was internally strong and showed no signs of faltering.

"No, my mother might be familiar with Dr. Miller, but I’ve only seen him at the hospital."

Saying this, she clasped his hand with both of hers, her gaze becoming lingering.

Juliana couldn’t hear what they were talking about, only saw the two gazing deeply at each other.

She dropped the curtain and kicked the stool in front of the vanity, cursing, "Shameless."

Hearing the noise, Evan released Stella and his expression returned to its cold demeanor.

"You still have some value."

At least, Juliana was jealous for him.

Stella bit her lip, "I hope to be a handy tool for brother."

Evan showed no reaction to her submissive act, and instead, with a stern face, he said, "If I find evidence that you used Chase to set her up, I won’t make you leave, but I’ll skin you."

Stella was trembling with anxiety, "Brother, I hope you and sister-in-law are okay."

Evan took a wet wipe, wiping the hand that touched her earlier, and spoke without emotion, "The person who wronged you isn’t me. I am responsible for you because of a promise, but if you show any dishonesty, I’ll treat you the same way I treat my enemies."

Stella broke into a cold sweat down her back, "I understand, brother."

"Continue to incite her tomorrow. I want her to eat and agree to my terms."

Stella hurriedly responded, "I’ll think of a way."

Evan glanced at the tightly closed window curtains, then stood up and left.

Stella clenched her hands hard, oblivious even as broken nails pierced her skin.

Why! Why!!

She had personally seen her and Chase undressing in the car, yet he still didn’t believe this woman would cheat, and continues to protect her!!!

They’ve only known each other for four years.

...

The next day, the villa was extremely quiet.

Juliana was still confined to her room, but the person delivering breakfast to her had become Stella Windsor.

Stella wore a bright diamond pendant around her neck.

She volunteered that it was the diamond necklace broken at their fourth-anniversary dinner that had been remade.

Juliana, feeling weak from hunger, shot her a cold glance, "So the reason he brought you here is..."

Stella smiled.

"Actually, it wasn’t he who brought me here, but I wanted to come myself. I came here to tell you that the hardships you endured for me before, you’ll have to keep enduring them. As a shield, you’re quite satisfying to him. He won’t divorce you, nor will he let you starve easily here. He has ways to turn you into an obedient pawn."

Juliana’s hand on the table shook slightly, "Get out!"

Stella didn’t intend to stay thick-skinned.

She opened the door and turned back to Juliana, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t eat this breakfast. When your blood sugar drops, brother will have a doctor come and give you an IV drip. No matter how you protest by hunger strike, brother has ways to deal with you."

After closing the door, Stella looked at the man standing in the hallway; the arrogance on her face had completely faded.

She walked up to Evan, removed the pendant from her neck, and handed it back to him.

"Brother, does this work for you?"

Evan took the necklace without saying a word.

As the room returned to silence, Juliana’s forehead was dotted with sweat, her gaze becoming icy cold.

Jared Langley showed no signs of coming to her rescue, so she still had to save herself.

So she picked up the porridge and drank it clean.

At midday, Stella wore one of her old dresses from Platinum Bay to bring lunch, surprised that she had actually finished the porridge she had left that morning.

Thinking Juliana was up to something, Stella looked around the room.

"You’re willing to eat now, why didn’t you tell me earlier? This morning, brother said I didn’t complete my task, got really angry with me, made me sweat so much I had to change into one of your dresses. Sister-in-law, are you doing this on purpose to trouble me?"