CHAPTER 91: CHAPTER 91: WIFE CHEATS, HUSBAND BRINGS BIRTH CONTROL PILLS

"Juliana!"

Evan looked at her, his chest heaving violently.

Juliana pressed her face close to the narrow window gap, her smile so bright it was blinding.

"If I really roll down the window, do you dare to look?"

The coldness in the man’s eyes suddenly dissipated, and he forced a smile.

"My Juliana wouldn’t do such a thing."

Juliana instantly wiped off her smile, turning her face away coldly.

At this moment, Evan shoved a box of medicine through the car window.

"What’s this?"

Juliana took it and looked.

Her view of Evan changed immediately.

A wife cheats, and the husband brings contraceptives. Is he planning to be cuckolded?

"Do you think that one affair each makes us even?" Juliana said mockingly, "You slept with Stella for so many years, what do you take me for? Can we ever be even?"

Evan suppressed the bitterness in his heart, speaking gently, "That’s not what I mean. The morning-after pill is a protection for you."

"Do you think I can still have children?" Juliana’s voice turned sharp.

Evan’s throat felt as if it was blocked with lead.

Juliana mercilessly threw the medication out of the car.

"If I can get pregnant, I’d definitely keep it. If you don’t want to be a laughingstock, you’d better get a divorce quickly."

With that, she slammed on the gas and drove away.

Evan seemed nailed to the spot, deep pain lingering in his eyes.

The taste of betrayal was unexpectedly so painful.

Yet he still couldn’t bring himself to hate her.

"President Grant, the shareholders’ meeting starts in half an hour."

Ethan’s words pulled him back from despair.

Evan lifted his gaze, the afternoon breeze brushing past his cold and striking features, dispersing the brief vulnerability completely.

"Check who was in her car."

Ethan: "..."

No courage to look before, but curious afterward?

"Yes."

...

A while later, Juliana drove into The Ambrosia Hotel’s parking lot.

Adrian sat up blankly, pulling the blanket off.

"Weren’t you going to take me to Blackstar Tower?"

Juliana calmly replied, "We were being followed, I’ll take you there later."

"Bringing me to a hotel like this doesn’t make things clearer though, does it?"

Juliana wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Adrian seemed a bit shy saying this.

"Wrap yourself in the blanket and follow me."

Juliana got a room card at the front desk and headed to room 508.

Quinn arranged everything well; the front desk didn’t ask anything, not even daring to glance at her.

As soon as she opened the door, there was a woman with her hands tied behind her, sitting on the bed.

Adrian’s breath caught, and he looked at Juliana with an inquisitive gaze.

Juliana ignored his look, closed the door, indifferent to the woman’s terrified muffled cries.

"Yesterday should have been your death anniversary."

She tore the tape off the woman’s face.

"Help, there’s a murder in here..." the woman screamed.

Juliana watched her, face expressionless.

She waited until the woman’s voice was hoarse, then crouched in front of her, lightly caressing the woman’s tear-stained cheek with chilly fingertips.

"Know the best feature of a couple’s hotel? It’s the noise insulation. No one can hear you scream."

The woman’s voice trembled, mixed with sobs, "I had no choice. My mom is sick, my dad is bedridden, and my brother is still in prison. I need a lot of money to save my mom..."

"Making money like this, you think you can live to spend it?"

Juliana hit the nail on the head, and the woman’s psychological defenses crumbled, prompting tears.

"What’s your name?" Juliana asked.

"April... April Preston."

"What kind of work have you done?"

"I’ve set up stalls outside schools, promoted for beauty salons, been to clubs, and so on."

April’s voice grew quieter.

Juliana’s eyes narrowed slightly.

With such a thorough confession, it seemed Quinn put in a lot of effort.

"Who ordered you?"

April suddenly trembled violently, "I can’t say... She’ll kill my whole family! She has my ID card, knows my home address..."

"Then tell me how you succeeded last night."

Juliana tried a different approach.

April’s teeth chattered, unable to meet her gaze.

"I drugged several glasses of champagne, and in the chaos, passed one of them to you. It was all going smoothly until a man came and disrupted the plan. Please let me go. I need to tell my parents to move immediately."

Juliana chuckled coldly, "Describe that person—man or woman, how old."

This... she could say.

"A woman, very thin, seemed sick. Looked over fifty but probably in her forties."

Lily again?

Juliana wasn’t satisfied with this answer.

Stella always managed to paint herself as utterly innocent, which was incredibly dangerous.

"April," Juliana locked eyes with her, "I know who she is and what she’s capable of. Even moving your parents won’t save you; there’s only one path you can take."

"What should I do?" April’s desperate eyes flickered with a bit of hope.

"She can threaten you only because of her husband’s power. If you can deal with her husband, not only will you and your parents be safe, but you can also get some money to treat your mother as soon as possible."

April bit her lip for a moment, "Alright, tell me what to do!"

Juliana, suppressing a smile, looked at Adrian, "Can you find out George Grant’s whereabouts?"

Adrian’s eyes darkened slightly, "Piece of cake."

A moment later, the two left the room one after the other, leaving April behind.

Juliana walked quickly, but Adrian’s long legs kept up.

"Are you about to say ’things have changed’?" Juliana asked.

Adrian didn’t answer, remained silent for a short while, then suddenly asked, "How have you been these past four years?"

Juliana abruptly stopped, her gaze on him deep and intense, "Is it Adrian Langley asking, or is it Aidan Linton?"

"I..."

Adrian tried several times to speak the truth, but each time the words were swallowed back down.

Seeing he still wouldn’t admit he’s Aidan.

Juliana sneered, opened the car door, and got in.

Adrian didn’t remove the blanket until he sat in the passenger seat.

The car drove all the way to Blackstar Tower.

"Take the side entrance."

Adrian had been silent until he finally spoke.

"Why not use the main entrance?"

Juliana adjusted the steering wheel.

Adrian looked embarrassed but didn’t explain.

The car stopped.

He took a few steps inside, then turned back to Juliana and said, "The task you gave me, I’ll handle it well. Though I can’t be your support now, I’d go through fire and water for you as long as you ask."

With that, he went through the door.

Juliana glanced at the passenger seat, seeing he’d left his phone behind, and quickly got out to send it after him.

Catching up in the lobby, two meters away, just as she was about to call out to him, Adrian suddenly stood straight and lowered his head.

Following his gaze, she saw a dignified middle-aged woman entering the main entrance, surrounded by assistants and bodyguards.

The surrounding air stilled.

The woman, wearing high heels studded with pigeon egg-sized diamonds, was heading to the elevator when she saw Adrian and changed direction, walking towards him.

"Coming to work at this hour?"

She slightly raised her chin, her tone carrying an obvious reprimand.

"No, I had to attend to something earlier."

The woman scrutinized him from head to toe.

"Remember, every achievement you make at Blackstar is working for my son."

"Yes, Mother."

So this was the wife of Blackstar Technologies’ chairman.

"From today, not only must you use the side entrance, but also the service elevator for all your comings and goings. The Langley Family doesn’t keep idlers; we’ll talk when you’ve contributed to the family."

"Yes, Mother." Adrian remained respectful.

Suddenly, Mrs. Langley’s gaze turned guarded.

"Is this... your friend?"

She looked at Juliana.