CHAPTER 118: CHAPTER 118: EVAN, YOU’RE POISONED AND DYING

Stella Windsor’s face turned pale with fright, her whole body trembling, as she hurriedly explained, "I swear I didn’t have that kind of thought, I just... just thought it’s better to nip it in the bud and avoid future troubles. Isn’t that for our purpose?"

Isaac Grant looked at her for a moment, the anger in his eyes subsiding a little, but his gaze remained grim.

"Aren’t you the biggest threat to me?"

Stella Windsor was drenched in sweat. "If I could marry Evan Grant, I would definitely take him away far and wide, how could I be a threat to you?"

Isaac Grant sneered, "If you want to use me to get the man you desire, be honest. Whether it was last time or this time, you used my people to satisfy your private desires. I’ve kept an account of all of this, and if one day I really can’t get what I want..."

Isaac Grant took a step closer to her.

"...I’ll drag you down with me!"

Stella Windsor shuddered but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She had passed this hurdle, but what about Yvonne Quinn?

...

The dawn’s first light appeared.

Juliana Jacobs slept very comfortably in the latter half of the night, although her biological clock kept urging her to wake up, she still didn’t want to open her eyes.

Because sleeping with her head resting on something always gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

Unconsciously, she nuzzled against the "pillow," which was soft yet firm, and even reached out to grope around a bit.

The sensation in her palm startled her.

This... why does it feel like a hard bun?

Alarm bells went off in her head, and she abruptly opened her eyes. The sight in front of her brought her to full consciousness.

Heavens, she was lying in a man’s arms!

Her eyes anxiously traveled upward, and when she saw the man’s face, her breath hitched.

"Did I... did I cheat with you again?"

Elias Langley had not slept well, and as she woke him up, he opened his eyes with a frown, looking at her with indifference.

"You had a fever and fainted, troubling me the whole night."

Realizing that nothing had happened between them, Juliana Jacobs breathed a sigh of relief.

Evan Grant’s infidelity was his disgrace, but she had her principles and would never become like him.

But before she could fully relax, Elias Langley’s words plunged her back into the abyss.

"When I was giving you medicine, you clung to my thigh and wouldn’t let go, and even tugged at my waistband."

Juliana Jacobs, "..."

Elias Langley’s eyes flashed with clear mockery, smiling a humorless smile, "You were quite considerate, leaving me with a shirt, sparing me from being stark naked."

Juliana Jacobs immediately wanted to find a place to bury herself.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was confused at that time, I surely wasn’t aware of anything or saw anything. Please, be lenient and don’t hold it against me."

"You’re wrong," Elias Langley sat up and looked at the nearly torn-off buttons of his shirt, "I’m very petty, and this matter can’t be settled just like that."

Juliana Jacobs’s face filled with anxiety, "Then what do you want? For you to be my lover? No, you’re already married, and I haven’t divorced yet. I can never do something so unethical!"

Elias Langley’s eyelid twitched, "Be unfaithful for you? Ha, your allure isn’t strong enough to make me want to cheat."

Juliana Jacobs was at a loss for words from his remark.

Indeed, she had no charm. Otherwise, how could she have been a wife for four years and yet, in her husband’s eyes, remained merely a tool to be used, rather than a beloved partner worth treasuring?

Elias Langley got up and went to the bathroom, missing the fleeting look of disappointment on her face.

"Answer three questions for me later, and we’ll call it even."

At that moment, Quinn Shepherd knocked on the bedroom door.

Juliana Jacobs opened the door, and Quinn Shepherd paused for a moment upon seeing her, quickly averting his gaze.

Only then did Juliana Jacobs realize she was wearing a man’s shirt, and below... bare-legged.

Embarrassed, she hid behind the door.

Quinn Shepherd didn’t dare look either, turned his head, and handed her a paper bag.

"Mr. Langley provided the size, and a female colleague went to buy it. See if it fits."

Her clothes had been drenched in rain yesterday and were definitely unwearable today.

Juliana Jacobs took it and thanked him.

"Uh, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going. Let the boss call me if there’s anything."

Finished speaking, Quinn Shepherd left faster than a rabbit.

Juliana Jacobs went to another room to wash up and put on the clothes Quinn Shepherd brought, which fit her perfectly inside and out.

When she came out, Elias Langley was already sitting at the dining table, fiddling with the breakfast in front of him.

The freshly changed shirt was crisp and spotless, the cold light reflecting off his watch, with every detail exuding an air of unapproachable authority.

"Sit down."

Elias Langley gestured with his chin, and Juliana Jacobs sat across from him.

Though they both had porridge, the two bowls were different.

Elias Langley’s didn’t look like anything special, but there were goji berries floating in it.

Juliana Jacobs’ had fish maw and bird’s nest added.

The hotel wouldn’t prepare such expensive free breakfasts for guests, he really was generous.

Juliana Jacobs set her thoughts aside and drank the porridge.

"I heard you’re the Linton Family’s adopted daughter. Where’s your hometown?" Elias Langley asked.

Juliana Jacobs was silent for two seconds. "I don’t know."

Elias Langley’s gaze darkened slightly. "What about your biological parents, were you lost, or did they... give you up?"

Juliana Jacobs took a sip of porridge. Thinking of her years-long experience searching for her parents, she felt a surge of resentment.

"Are biological parents really that important?"

Elias Langley’s gaze became deep and obscure. "Have you ever looked for them?"

Juliana Jacobs took a big gulp of porridge. "I have, but they don’t want me."

If they were looking for her too, the DNA data wouldn’t have gone so long without a response.

Elias Langley’s eyebrows shifted slightly. "Have you ever been seriously hurt?"

Juliana Jacobs put down the spoon, wiped her mouth, and stood up.

"Sorry, you’ve asked your three questions."

Elias Langley sighed softly.

"Your grandfather’s body is still in the hospital morgue, your adoptive mother is arranging the elder’s memorial at the funeral home. I’ll have Quinn Shepherd take you there later."

Upon hearing this, Juliana Jacobs’ hand that had dropped clenched and then loosened.

"No need to trouble Secretary Shepherd, I can go myself. I’ll remember what I owe you, and I’ll pay it back no matter how long it takes."

With that, Juliana Jacobs left his room.

Elias Langley recollected her words, suddenly furrowing his brows.

...

Two hours later, Juliana Jacobs wore exquisite makeup to cover her slightly swollen eyes, carrying a medical kit as she arrived at Cortexa Group.

Mrs. Grant’s identity was still intact, and the front desk dared not stop her.

As she stepped out of the elevator, Stella Windsor stood by to "greet" her.

"Sister-in-law, brother made me his personal secretary. You won’t be angry, right?"

Normally, she would have slapped her.

But today, with a calm heart, she ignored Stella Windsor’s provocation and walked straight to Evan Grant’s office.

Once at Evan Grant’s office.

Stella Windsor sashayed towards the man at the desk.

"Brother, I’ve brought sister-in-law over. Do you need me to help you undress?"

Evan Grant looked at Juliana Jacobs without emotion and then nodded gently at Stella Windsor.

Stella Windsor happily stepped forward and intimately unbuttoned his shirt.

Juliana Jacobs calmly opened the medical kit, preparing gauze and antiseptic.

Once Stella Windsor shyly took away Evan Grant’s shirt, she stepped forward to remove the old gauze from his arm.

Evan Grant’s arm injury was actually quite severe. Though days had passed, several spots were still vividly raw, and Juliana Jacobs’ gaze lingered on them with an indescribable glint passing through her eyes.

She took out the antiseptic and meticulously disinfected his wounds.

Evan Grant’s sense of smell was keen. With two deep breaths, he noticed her scent was different from usual.

"Where were you last night?" he asked.

Juliana Jacobs was applying the second round of treatment, responding in an even tone, "Hotel."

Indeed, she had the scent of hotel shower gel.

Evan Grant’s expression turned dark, grabbing her, "Alone, or with someone else?"

Stella Windsor hurriedly reminded, "Brother, be careful of your injury."

"Get out!"

It had been a while since Evan Grant had spoken to her so harshly.

Stella Windsor was startled and left, turning back with each step.

Evan Grant coldly looked at Juliana Jacobs, repeating, "Alone, or with someone else."

Juliana Jacobs raised an indifferent eyebrow, "You can have three wives and four concubines, but I can’t have a bit of fun?"

Evan Grant nearly lost his composure, "He... who is he?"

Juliana Jacobs pushed his hand off her shoulder, giving him a shove.

Evan Grant suddenly found himself powerless, taking a few steps back, actually falling to the ground.

Juliana Jacobs curled her lips, her smile cold and resolute.

"Did you think you could control me? Evan Grant, the medicine I gave you contains a potent poison. You’re poisoned, and soon to die."