CHAPTER 12: CHAPTER 12: THE MOST EXPENSIVE DIVORCE CASE

Evan Grant took a deep breath.

Stella Grant quickly apologized.

"It’s my fault. The housekeeper is new and a bit careless. I didn’t remind him to be more meticulous. It wasn’t until I was clearing out historical documents tonight that I discovered the issue. He came to the hospital in the middle of the night and told me. I checked the courier situation and found that he had actually written Platinum Bay’s address, and it had already been signed for. Brother, what should I do? Sister-in-law probably doesn’t understand rare languages, does she?"

Juliana Jacobs, who understood multiple languages, had no trouble understanding those documents.

Evan Grant pinched the bridge of his nose, "I’ll handle it. You just focus on your treatment and get well soon."

After saying this, he hung up the phone.

Platinum Bay.

Juliana Jacobs picked up her bag and walked out, not revealing anything unusual.

"Are you going out, ma’am?" Mrs. Young asked.

Juliana nodded, took a few steps, and then looked back at her.

"Mrs. Young, you’ve been working with the Grant Family for many years. You probably understand the family dynamics better than someone like me, who came in halfway, right?"

Mrs. Young caught the hint in her words and hurriedly responded, "Ma’am, I’m just an employee."

Juliana spoke gently, "Grandma is getting old. You’ve always been very measured in your work. As for what happens between Evan and me, it’s ultimately our matter, so let’s try to disturb her as little as possible."

Mrs. Young quickly nodded, "Since I started working here, the old madam hasn’t given me any instructions."

Regardless of any instructions, Juliana had already given her a precautionary warning.

Evan Grant had his heart set on someone else; leaving this marriage shouldn’t be difficult.

But the old lady was stubborn, so she had to act first and report later.

"I have to step out for a bit. I’ll be back soon."

However, Evan Grant’s call came to the living room phone less than ten minutes after she left.

"Where’s Juliana?" he asked.

"Ma’am just left."

Mrs. Young was puzzled.

Evan Grant frowned deeper.

This woman had actually blocked him.

"Did she say where she was going?"

"No, ma’am said she’d be back soon."

Evan Grant hung up, his brows still furrowed.

An hour later, Ethan Carter, who had been sent to investigate her whereabouts, hurriedly entered.

"President Grant, ma’am asked the airline to send her your travel records for the past year."

"And..." he swallowed, "Ten minutes ago, she initiated a foreign asset investigation on you."

Evan Grant knocked over the coffee cup beside him.

"She’s really grown a backbone!"

Ethan Carter hadn’t seen President Grant this angry in a long time.

Back when he first took over the group, he’d get so frustrated by those veteran ministers that he’d throw tantrums in the office. But ever since he got married, his wife had tempered his nature, making him much more resilient.

Even when those same ministers provoked him, he’d only use more ruthless methods to deal with it later, without showing any emotion.

But this time...

Ethan Carter bowed his head slightly, "Madam always has her own mind. Should we do something?"

Juliana’s intentions weren’t hard to guess. If she believed the boss had cheated and sought a divorce, it would result in Harlan’s most expensive divorce case.

Evan Grant calmed his anger and spoke ambiguously, "Here, what she can and cannot do, isn’t it up to my decision?"

Ethan Carter immediately understood.

...

Juliana spent the better part of the day busy outside and returned to Platinum Bay to pack her luggage.

Mrs. Young tiptoed to the bedroom door, hesitant to speak.

"Mrs. Young," Juliana didn’t look up, "I’m moving out. If there’s anything important I forget, please mail it to me. If not, just throw it away for me."

"Ma’am, the bodyguards received a call. Everyone at Platinum Bay can only enter, not leave. You can’t leave."

Juliana paused in her packing.

"Ma’am, it’s been four years. Just talk things over with President Grant."

Could she really talk to Evan Grant?

Evan Grant’s motives for marrying her weren’t pure; if they could part amicably, she wouldn’t have bothered with such actions to alarm him.

It was just that he received the news so quickly, which exceeded her expectations.

This thwarted her original plan to have a negotiation with him in a public setting after moving out.

"When is he coming back?"

"President Grant didn’t say."

The room fell into a dense silence.

Evan Grant didn’t rush back right away.

As time ticked by, Juliana felt her fiery resolve slowly cool in the monotonous wait.

He was indeed a master at the negotiation table, skilled at letting the opponent crumble in agony.

Juliana steadied her mind, mustering the spirit to continue waiting.

By evening, Evan Grant finally returned.

Mrs. Young reported Juliana’s situation downstairs. His first words upon entering the bedroom were, "You just got out of the hospital, why haven’t you eaten dinner?"

Juliana stood by the window, her expression calm.

"Four years pretending to care about me, aren’t you tired?"

She was prepared to lay the cards on the table.

The man’s brow was frosted, but when he approached her, he didn’t snap.

"If you want to know how much assets I have, you can just ask me directly. No need to have someone investigate."

Juliana turned her face away, "I wasn’t asking, I was commissioning. If it’s not official, you’d think I’m just making a fuss."

Evan Grant snorted and sat on the windowsill, scrutinizing her teasingly.

"So how much are you planning to take from me?"

Juliana lowered her eyes, speaking seriously, "If you’re willing to part amicably, my demands won’t be excessive. But if you’re not, I’ll expose your scandals and take even more of your assets."

Evan Grant lifted his chin, "Do you think you have what it takes to threaten me?"

"Aren’t you well-informed?"

As soon as Juliana finished her sentence, Evan Grant’s phone rang.

The distinct ringtone played again.

The man’s gaze darkened as he put it on speaker.

"Brother, the housekeeper just delivered a lawyer’s letter to the hospital. Sister-in-law wants me to pay four years’ villa rent."

Evan Grant looked at Juliana, his gaze cool, but his voice revealed no emotion.

"Your sister-in-law is upset I’ve neglected her recently, just having a tiff with me. Don’t take it seriously."

"I mean it."

As Juliana finished speaking, the man hung up the phone.

"Don’t provoke her." He said seriously.

Listen to that, "provoke."

Juliana chuckled softly, "Are you warning me on behalf of your lover?"

Evan Grant’s expression turned cold and severe.

Juliana remained unfazed.

"I’m not only going to collect rent, but I’ll also have her evicted and make her end up on the streets. Because I’m your legal wife, half of the money you support her with belongs to me. The villa you let her live in is half mine too. I have that right."

She fervently hoped that after hearing these words, Evan Grant would get angry and agree to the divorce.

Because everything she was doing was to provoke him.

But surprisingly, after taking a deep breath, the man actually laughed.

"So you believe the child she lost was mine?"

"Dare to do it but not admit it?"

Evan Grant reached out and pulled her onto his lap.

The man was strong, giving her no chance to break free.