CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65: YOU SEDUCE MEN EVERYWHERE—ISN’T THIS ALL YOU’RE FIT TO WEAR?

Juliana reflexively jumped up from her chair.

Evan’s icy gaze relaxed slightly after confirming she was properly dressed.

But when his eyes returned to Adrian Langley, the loose towel and exposed torso, every inch of his casual posture seemed to challenge him.

Evan’s jawline tightened again.

"Vice President Langley, what’s your intention in meeting my wife here?"

He spoke while stepping inside from the door.

Adrian, having dealt with him before, remained utterly calm.

"This is a hot spring hotel; discussing business while soaking in the hot springs—is there a problem with that?"

Evan scoffed lightly, "Strange, I wasn’t aware my wife had business dealings with you."

He moved towards the table with the documents.

Juliana immediately blocked his way.

"Whom I see and what I do is none of your business, President Grant. Leave!"

Evan’s eyes twinkled with amusement, but beneath lay a frosty chill as he grabbed her elbow, pulling her close.

"We haven’t divorced yet, legally, you’re still my Mrs. Grant. And I hate when what’s mine gets touched by someone else."

"Don’t worry, President Grant, even if I’m not Mrs. Grant, I’ll keep myself pure, after all..."

Juliana deliberately stretched her words.

"...not everyone has the talent to dress up an affair with their stepsister as ’family love’."

Adrian chuckled at her words.

Evan’s face darkened as he flung Juliana away.

"Watch out!"

Adrian lunged forward, catching Juliana before she hit the ground.

Evan’s gaze landed on the divorce papers on the table, instantly turning cold and menacing.

"The Langley Family’s company is about to go under. Does Vice President Langley need to rely on private gigs to make ends meet?"

With Adrian’s help, Juliana steadied herself and quickly stepped away from him, picking up the conversation.

"I downloaded this agreement online and asked him to take a look. Vice President Langley is more professional in legal matters than I am. I sought him out to save consultation fees. If President Grant is dissatisfied, he should direct it at me, no need to involve the innocent."

"Juliana," Evan’s smile lacked warmth, "he’s the first man you’ve defended like this."

Juliana calmly shifted her gaze aside, "The reasons are none of your concern."

Evan’s gaze lingered on her face for two seconds.

"Then I’ll take this agreement with me to ’consider’ it further, and see how capable the third young master of the Langley Family is to do what his brother wouldn’t dare dream of. Now, Mrs. Grant, come with me."

He finished speaking, wrapped an arm around Juliana’s waist, and attempted to take her away.

Adrian stepped forward to stop him, "President Grant, she is an independent individual, not your property. Whether she goes or stays, please respect her wishes."

"Oh, then ask my wife if she’d like to come with me?"

Juliana truly did not want Evan to target Adrian.

Whether or not he was Aidan Linton, she didn’t want him getting involved in her mess.

So she softly said, "Vice President Langley, thank you for your trouble with my matters. Please pass on my thanks to your brother for introducing you to me..."

Upon hearing this, Evan narrowed his eyes.

"...his kindness touched me deeply, and I will not forget what he has done for me."

Evan’s focus shifted to Jared Langley, thus sparing Adrian.

Adrian was deeply shocked, nodding mechanically.

Evan wrapped his arm around Juliana and walked to the door, then turned back to say, "Vice President Langley, you’ve just returned to the country, you might not know that ’The Starlight Pools’ is the main attraction here at The Springs Resort. Tonight at eight, my wife and I will host here, and we invite you and President Langley; please do us the honor."

With that said, he didn’t wait for Adrian to react, and forcefully pinched Juliana’s waist, taking her away.

The room he arranged was in another area.

Juliana had a psychological shadow from being confined by him.

"Evan, if you lock me up again, I’ll ruin your reputation."

Ignoring her struggle, Evan opened the door and pushed her inside without expression.

The force made Juliana stumble, her knee hitting the floor hard.

Looking up, her eyes met Stella Windsor’s toes painted with bright red nail polish.

Stella cross-legged, wearing a skimpy swimsuit, sat on the sofa, looking down at her.

"Sister-in-law, be careful. If you hurt yourself, my brother will feel distressed."

"She no longer has that privilege."

Evan walked to the sofa and sat down.

Stella cuddled up to his arm like a clingy cat, provocatively smiling at Juliana.

Juliana stood up by herself, looked at the two coldly, with a mocking smile on her lips.

"So, President Grant, are you inviting me to a free viewing of your duo’s ’paid program’?"

Evan’s gaze deepened, while Stella went to the wine rack to select a bottle of red wine.

"Brother, this is fruit-flavored, low in alcohol, suitable for drinking in the hot spring."

She poured two glasses, handing one to Evan and offered another to Juliana.

Juliana turned her head to avoid it, eyes filled with disdain.

"Oh my, sister-in-law, do you despise me that much?"

Stella feigned grievance, but the next second, she pinched Juliana’s chin forcefully.

"But I insist you drink it."

Juliana’s eyes sharpened, she countered by gripping Stella’s wrist and forcefully pushing it away.

Stella subtly twisted her wrist, spilling the entire glass of red wine onto Juliana’s clothes, contrasting starkly.

Stella showed no regret, instead, mocked, "Sister-in-law, your clothes are dirty; better change them."

On the sofa lay a garment made of strips of cloth.

Even in a bedroom, wearing it would be considered indecent.

Juliana knew this was their premeditated method to humiliate her.

"Sister-in-law, go change into it."

Stella took those strips and handed them to Juliana.

Juliana grabbed them and tossed them at her face.

"This is your costume for receiving guests; don’t disgust me with it."

Evan couldn’t help but laugh.

Embarrassment flickered across Stella’s face, "You seduce men all around, aren’t you only fit to wear this?"

Breathing heavily, Juliana raised her hand and slapped her across the face.

"Show you a bit of respect, and you think you’re worth something?"

Stella was slapped into Evan’s arms. Just as she was about to look up and cry, Evan squeezed her throat first.

"I told you to teach her a lesson, not to dirty her clothes. No matter how low she goes, she’s still my wife. Making her dress like that, do you intend to disgrace me?"

Since Juliana moved out of Platinum Bay, Evan had frequent mood swings.

Stella struggled to breathe, her eyes filled with fear.

"Brother...I was wrong..."

Evan coldly released her.

"Take your stuff and go wear it outside."

Stella coughed violently; hearing this, she fearfully clung to his feet.

"No, brother! Please don’t do this..."

Juliana frowned at the scene, overwhelmed by a complex emotion.

Does loving someone mean lowering yourself to the point of losing yourself?

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice Evan approaching.