CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 110: ELIAS LANGLEY ARRIVES

Evan was right by the door, and the moment the gunshot rang out, he instinctively stepped towards the window.

From Juliana’s angle, she could only see his body jolt.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Evan turned his head and shouted, "Ethan!"

From a distance, Ethan understood and dove into the nearest car.

Evan supported himself against Juliana’s car door, steadied himself, and took a deep breath.

"Go with Ethan; he’ll take you to a safe place. Roll up the window."

He finished speaking, not giving Juliana a chance to ask anything. He turned his back on her, revealing a fierce smile to Isaac.

Mrs. Young was already panicking, "Madam, it looks like President Grant is hurt. What should we do?"

Juliana didn’t respond, her eyes red as she gripped the steering wheel and slammed on the accelerator.

The car roared as it sped out of the toll station.

In the rearview mirror, Evan’s figure grew smaller, yet he stood tall, covering their retreat.

...

The car drove onto the mountain road.

Finally, it pulled into a secluded mansion and stopped.

Ethan stood by the car, respectfully saying, "Madam, Mrs. Young, you can rest here first."

Juliana got out of the car but said, "But we have to go to Arlan City. Mrs. Young already has a surgery appointment."

Ethan was surprised, "Madam, at this time, are you still insisting on that?"

Juliana didn’t want to argue philosophy with an assistant; she looked elsewhere, "What’s the situation over there?"

"I still haven’t gotten in touch with President Grant, but Madam... if you had handed over Mrs. Young to President Grant earlier, this pursuit wouldn’t have happened."

Mrs. Young came around from the front of the car, still in shock, her face yet to regain color.

"Madam, I’m sorry for bringing trouble to you."

Juliana squeezed her arm in consolation, "It’s not your fault. It’s the Grants who are abnormal."

Hearing this, Ethan twitched his lips.

Juliana then looked at Ethan and coldly asked, "When can we leave here?"

Ethan lowered his head, "The rooms are already prepared for you here. We’ll have to wait until President Grant returns to discuss anything else."

Juliana understood that they were being held captive.

Ethan added meaningfully, "Actually, even if you didn’t come with me, you couldn’t have entered Arlan City. You would still be forcibly brought here. President Grant’s actions always leave no room for error."

In such urgent circumstances earlier, Juliana decisively chose Evan.

Because at least falling into his hands, her life wasn’t in danger, and she could still negotiate with him.

Thinking of this, Juliana suddenly laughed softly, "Mrs. Young isn’t well. Take good care of her."

...

There were guards in the mansion, but they stayed out of sight.

Juliana glanced around, noticing that the main gate was the only exit.

This time, Evan wasn’t at all afraid of her escaping; he didn’t even confiscate her phone, because he knew that with Mrs. Young’s health condition, she wouldn’t dare act recklessly.

Just as Juliana settled into the room, her phone rang with a call from Adrian Langley.

"I heard about the incident near the northern outskirts toll station, but the news was quickly suppressed. Was it you..."

"Your car is being watched," Juliana interrupted him.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, "Sorry, I messed up again."

Juliana didn’t blame him at all, because he had always been like this.

Aidan Linton was actually mediocre, but he yearned for an extraordinary life.

"Your birthday is in a few days; Grandpa will go to your grave," he said.

"Juliana, I..."

Juliana interrupted him again, "If you can’t come back, just live well. It’s also a way to explain to Grandpa."

With that, Juliana hung up and blocked his number.

Adrian’s throat felt weighted with lead, making even breathing difficult.

As night began to fall, the intricate wrought iron gates of the Langley Family slowly opened.

A Hongqi L5 smoothly drove towards the parking lot.

It passed by Adrian without stopping.

Adrian hurriedly rushed to block the car.

The driver made an emergency stop, startled.

Quinn Shepherd lowered the front passenger window and stuck his head out, "Young Master, this is very dangerous."

Adrian walked to the window and looked at the silent man in the back seat.

"At the toll station shootout this afternoon, my friend... she seemed to be involved. Can you ask Uncle to help find out where she is?"

Quinn raised an eyebrow and turned to the back seat...

Juliana waited until late at night when the mansion finally became noisy.

She guessed it must be Evan returning.

Sure enough, not long after, Ethan came to call her.

In the study, Evan had his arm bandaged and was taking medicine.

Juliana approached, her eyes lingering on his arm for two seconds before asking, "When can I take Mrs. Young and leave?"

Evan paused his action of drinking water, then slowly set down the cup.

"You’re not even gonna ask how I am?"

Juliana averted her gaze, "You’re not dead anyway."

Evan laughed in exasperation at her words.

Ethan stepped forward and said, "President Grant just returned from the hospital. The bullet hit the spot injured during the last car accident. It’s quite serious. If not carefully treated, it might affect future mobility. But thinking that you’re here, President Grant refused the doctor’s recommendation to be hospitalized and rushed back."

Juliana looked at Ethan, a smile not reaching her eyes, "Assistant Carter has a great way with words, but it can’t influence someone who’s been hurt repeatedly."

Ethan’s eyelid twitched as he looked at Evan.

Evan signaled him to leave, then got up and walked towards Juliana.

Juliana resisted his approach, stepping back a couple of steps. Evan paused.

"Juliana," there was an undercurrent of pain in his eyes, "am I worth less to you than Mrs. Young?"

Juliana’s gaze sharpened, "So, making me sign the divorce agreement, withdrawing the lawsuit, it was all a delaying tactic? You lied to me?"

Evan, uncharacteristically, lost his confidence for half a second, then smiled and said, "The trust I set up for you is real. I’m not lying. I just wanted to see if there’s still room for us to maneuver."

Juliana gave a chilly laugh, "Then why not ask me directly? I would have told you without reservation: no, love is no longer there. Put away your deep emotions, save it for your sister’s next shield."

"Juliana," Evan looked down at the blood seeping through the bandage, "if it weren’t for the feelings I have for you, do you think you could repeatedly test my limits? Today at the toll station, I could have taken Mrs. Young and left you to your fate..."

Juliana replied mockingly, "So, do you want me to kneel and thank President Grant for his mercy?"

The suffocating silence spread in the gunpowder-filled air.

At this point, Ethan knocked urgently on the door.

"President Grant, someone from the Langley Family is here."

Evan and Juliana both frowned.

Ethan said quietly, "It’s the one who’s been in Kingsford long-term. We didn’t dare stop him at the gate, so we brought him into the courtyard."

Juliana’s pupils constricted: Elias Langley was here too!

"Mrs. Young is no longer here."

Evan saw through her thoughts, leaving these words as he left, his stride bringing a gust of wind.