CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 73: WHO HASN’T HAD THEIR SINCERITY FED TO THE DOGS?

George Grant never expected that this woman would use a broken glass bottle to press against his neck.

Afraid of getting injured, he quickly retreated.

Juliana Jacobs advanced step by step, forcing him out of the hospital room.

George’s back hit the railing, contorting his face in pain.

"Let him go!"

Evan Grant’s voice came from afar, getting closer.

Juliana instinctively looked over and found Stella by his side.

Seizing the moment of her distraction, George grabbed her wrist and pressed the jagged edge of the glass bottle towards her eye.

"Bitch, let’s see who takes whose life!"

Evan rushed forward like an arrow, grabbing George’s wrist and preventing him from succeeding.

The glass bottle fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"Evan, you saw it all, it’s not enough she angered your aunt to death, now she even dares to hit me, she..."

"Father, Old Man Linton had no quarrel with you, don’t drag innocents into this."

Evan interrupted him.

The nurse, quite speechless, shut the hospital room door.

Juliana worriedly ran to the small window to take a glance, then turned to look at George again, her gaze as cold as death.

"George, listen up!

First, the house at Celestial Vista is under Evan’s name, which means half of it is mine. I give you 24 hours to move out. Exceed by even a minute, and I’ll report you for illegal occupation!

Second, Lily Windsor posted banners and used a loudspeaker in the neighborhood to publicly slander and insult me. I’ve preserved the evidence and will be entrusting a lawyer to file a criminal lawsuit!"

"A lawyer?" George laughed, "In Kenton, which lawyer would dare to take on the Grants for you?"

"None in Kenton? Then I’ll go to Kingsford. If you push me, I’ll make sure you see the result."

Juliana’s words were also meant for Evan to hear.

"Evan, look, this is her true nature. She wants to drive your father onto the streets."

George hoped his son would sternly rebuke Juliana.

But Evan’s gaze was fixed on several approaching police officers.

"May I ask who is George Grant?" one of the officers inquired.

"I am. What’s the matter?" George straightened his back.

"We received a report that you caused a disturbance in the hospital room, suspected of disrupting medical order and endangering patient safety. Please come with us."

Shocked, George looked at Juliana and harshly asked, "Was it you?"

Juliana responded, "Master George violated public security regulations. Being a Grant doesn’t exempt you from detention, does it?"

"Evan, she’s determined to disgrace our family!"

George looked to his son for help.

Evan didn’t expect Juliana to go this far either.

He walked up to her and said in a low voice, "I’ll cover all of Old Man Linton’s medical expenses, and have them moved out of Celestial Vista by tonight. As for the harm Lily caused you, I’ll make her apologize once she’s discharged; you should also let it rest."

Before Juliana could react, George protested.

"Evan, without Celestial Vista, where do you expect me to live? Where will Stella stay?"

Unemotionally, Evan replied, "You have plenty of properties in your name, live wherever you like. As for her, I have other arrangements."

George was speechless. Being driven out of the old residence, he’d relied on Celestial Vista to maintain his status.

Juliana chuckled lightly, saying to Evan indifferently, "Even your father doesn’t respect you, so who do you think you are?"

A cold frost suddenly covered Evan’s face.

Stella, who had been silent nearby, lowered her gaze and said, "Brother, sister-in-law may indeed be ruthless, but Uncle is also at fault first. The Grant Family is already under scrutiny, everything should focus on the family’s reputation."

Juliana was astonished; Stella actually seemed pleased to see George detained.

What surprised her even more was that after Stella suggested Evan let it go, George didn’t berate her for it.

George was taken away, leaving Evan with an unhappy expression.

"Do you have to be enemies with every member of the Grant Family?"

Juliana looked elsewhere, "Between divorce and becoming enemies, you can choose one, or both if you like."

"Well done."

Evan turned and walked away.

Stella suddenly exclaimed, "Ouch, brother, my hand."

Evan slowed his pace, allowing her to catch up, and placed her bandaged wrist into his hand. She looked deeply at him, and they left together.

Juliana’s heart was already calm as water, after all, who hasn’t had their sincerity fed to the dogs?

Three days later, Old Man Linton was discharged.

Returning to Celestial Vista, the property management sent many gifts as an apology.

Juliana generously indicated that it wouldn’t happen again.

The online uproar was dealt with by the Cortexa Group’s public relations department on the day it happened, yet the Grant Family’s reputation still took a hit.

Evan had been busy handling shareholder doubts, overwhelmed and not even dealing with George’s five-day detention.

Juliana didn’t have time to care about the Grant’s affairs; she had been busy in the lab these days.

In a few days, the Core Energy Summit will be held. Summer Shaw managed to get an invitation card after much difficulty.

However, when she passed the card to Juliana, there was no smile.

"Originally, with our company’s current situation, we weren’t qualified to attend. Only with a few friends pulling strings did the organizers agree to this gesture."

Juliana stroked the gilded letters, "What happened? Why so unhappy?"

"Morton Investment Bank’s Director Paxton isn’t answering calls or accepting meeting requests. This afternoon, one of his subordinates called to press for repayment. I guess Evan pressured him. At this rate, even if we attend the summit, we won’t last through the month."

"Can’t you ask your friends about his preferences or usual hangouts?" Juliana asked.

Summer shook her head, "This Director Paxton was just transferred from an overseas branch, and few people know him."

Then she whispered, "I’ve heard he was deported for a mistake, but maybe that’s just a rumor since the company didn’t fire him."

Juliana had no interest in gossip and rubbed her neck, quickly packing up her things.

"Go get me a set of Morton Bank uniforms."

Summer’s eyes lit up at her words.

However, she couldn’t let Juliana take the risk alone.

Wearing bank uniforms, they smoothly passed the security’s watchful eyes, but on reaching the 13th floor, they were stopped at the secretary’s desk.

"These are materials sent from the branch, need to be personally handed to Director Paxton."

Juliana waved the document folder.

The secretary was about to question further when she saw Wayne Paxton heading towards the elevator, so she called out, "Director, materials from the branch need your signature."

Juliana held her breath.

There’s a vast difference between confronting openly in a hall and discussing privately. If Wayne cared about his face, he’d call security; if he was strictly business, he might proceed bureaucratically.

Wayne stopped and looked over.

His complexion was pale, possibly due to extreme thinness, making the suit appear oddly loose.

Summer, a bit tense, tugged at Juliana’s hand.

The two braced themselves and walked over.

Juliana mustered courage and said, "Apologies, Director Paxton, we’re representatives from Aetherflame Dynamics. Because we’re on your bank’s blacklist, we had no choice but to meet you this way."

Wayne’s gaze roamed across Juliana’s face, containing a thoughtful scrutiny.

Summer quickly added, "I didn’t handle relations with your bank well, she just hopes for a chance to make amends. Meeting you this way was my idea, it has nothing to do with her."

Wayne suddenly chuckled lightly, though the smile was on his face, it gave one the creepy feeling of seeing a puppet doll at night.

"I have a dinner appointment, but we can talk in the car."

Overjoyed, Summer said, "Okay, thank you, Director Paxton."

Wayne shook his finger at her, "I meant... just me and this lady."