CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: CARRYING A PHOTO EVERYWHERE

Stellan snatched the phone away, only to see the headline: Jacob Green announces breakup with Stellan Quinn!

The comments below were almost all curses aimed at Stellan.

The public opinion was overwhelmingly one-sided, with Jacob Green in the absolute advantageous position, unexpectedly retaliating against the Quinn Family.

At this moment, there’s no need to discuss Stellan’s market value; it plummeted swiftly. Going forward, which wealthy family would dare let her in?

Wanting to casually pick rich heirs like before, that will be difficult in the future.

"It was indeed him!" Autumn Fletcher was livid, "He agreed to marry just to lower our guard! Now your reputation and future are ruined by him, what should we do! It’s impossible to find that girl now; there’s no way he’d let us find her. He must have planned this meticulously, leaving no evidence!"

Benjamin Quinn sighed, "Now we can only take advantage of the situation and admit Stellan likes women. We’ll express our desire for her to marry and sell some pity; after all, reputation can be salvaged somewhat, otherwise with the branding of deceiving marriage, Stellan’s future really would be destroyed. Jacob was indeed ruthless and heartless; after all, he used to like Stellan so much."

They didn’t expect this was just the beginning.

Before they could issue a statement, the news of Stellan’s fraudulent marriage had already been released.

The Green Group announced the termination of all cooperation with the Quinn Group, even at the cost of high breach penalties.

Entertainment and financial sections were flooded with continuous updates of the latest situation.

Online discussions were burning hot, and the Quinn Family was like ants on a hot pot; Jacob was unusually calm about this, as if it was unrelated to him.

"Young Master, Grace Hughes is here," Oliver Green reported.

"Let her in, don’t allow her to bring any electronic devices, remember to scan and check."

"Understood."

Grace Hughes entered and sat opposite him on her own accord, as the servant served tea.

She looked at the man across from her and spoke, "The Quinn Family is now suffering immensely because of this; they have paid dearly for their actions, your goal has been achieved."

"Don’t beat around the bush, speak directly."

"I like you, let me stay by your side, even without any status for a lifetime, I am willing."

Jacob lifted his gaze, eyes like an eagle, "You can talk about material things, as a reward for you, but what you said is impossible."

"Why not? Is it because I drugged you before, or because I’m friends with Stellan, so you reject me?"

"You’re truly friends with her?" He curled his lips contemptuously, "I didn’t see that. The reason I reject you is simple, I don’t like you, it’s that simple. So now I’m giving you another chance to ask for something: a house, car, money; speak now or forever hold your peace, think it over carefully."

Grace Hughes thought carefully and said, "House, car, and money, I don’t want any of them. I’m not a materialistic woman, nor a woman greedy for your money. Even if I can’t be with you, I want to be friends, can we add each other on social media?"

Jacob agreed, "Okay."

Seeing his agreement, Grace Hughes felt a bit relieved.

After adding his account, she left.

She eagerly exited the mansion, wanting to see his social media circle, only to find out he hadn’t activated it.

Suddenly, she felt a bit of disappointment.

——

Stellan’s scandal continued brewing for a week, and countless domestic and international internet users were aware of the situation.

No matter how the Quinn Family tried to remove the news, it was to no avail.

After one week, the heat finally diminished significantly.

In this week, Nathaniel Green kept pursuing Lucy Eaton’s whereabouts but found no clues.

It was as if she disappeared from the world.

After all, she wasn’t carrying any electronic devices, making it impossible to track her IP coordinates.

Seeing that it was impossible to trace, Jacob ordered the search to be abandoned, only instructing people to secretly monitor James Foster 24 hours a day; he didn’t believe Lucy Eaton wouldn’t meet James Foster.

Elijah Sheppard finished writing the lyrics for Megan’s song and went to meet him.

Jacob Green recited a few lyrics he remembered, Elijah Sheppard handed the lyrics to him dazedly, "Exactly the same, this is freaking weird!"

Glancing at the entire lyrics, Jacob Green’s eyes were extremely deep.

Indeed, it was incredibly bizarre.

If she hadn’t revealed this when drunk, he might never have known this secret.

She seemed ordinary but strong, yet had an extraordinary ability, predicting the future.

"Now that we can’t find her, we can only wait, she will show herself eventually."

"When you find her, call me, I really want to meet her."

"Why do you want to meet her?"

Elijah Sheppard looked at him guardedly, amusing, "Afraid I’ll compete with you?"

"Not exactly, after all, I am more outstanding than you."

"Do you know how to write the word ’humble’?"

"I don’t, it’s not in my dictionary."

"..." Elijah Sheppard curiously asked, "Do you have her photo? Let me take a look first."

Jacob Green pulled out a small white-bordered photo from his suit pocket.

"Wow, carrying it with you?"

Elijah Sheppard was truly impressed, reaching to take it. The photo showed Lucy Eaton asleep, her long hair spread across the pillow, clearly a candid shot.

"Quite beautiful."

"Of course, she’s also very tall."

"How tall?"

"Somewhere around 1.75 meters."

"Model height?" Elijah Sheppard felt a faint anticipation to see her in person, "Five million for a month, quite a bargain."

Jacob only smiled without speaking.

Elijah Sheppard was truly exasperated by his pleased look, "Actually, I really can’t believe, someone who liked Stellan so much, could let go so easily, indeed it still proves the saying."

"Which saying?"

"When you find there’s another choice, it’s easy to abandon what’s difficult to get or people in front of you."

"Letting go of her has nothing to do with Lucy Eaton," Jacob explained, "it’s because I suddenly woke up. Now it seems my decision was incredibly correct."

——

"Guys, guess who’s here today?!"

Other men and women in the private box looked toward the door, a male classmate recognized first, "John Green! It’s really you; weren’t you abroad this whole time? When did you come back?!"

"Just came back not long ago," John Green greeted with a smile, "I heard you all were attending a reunion today, so many years without meeting, I came to join everyone."

"John Green, come in!" Everyone was enthusiastic, making room for them to sit down.

These classmates were Mia Townsend’s junior high classmates. At the time, the third-year math teacher had a traffic accident, and the school couldn’t find a substitute teacher temporarily. Nobody knew whose idea it was, but the school selected top students from the high school elite class to substitute for half a month, and the person chosen was John Green.