CHAPTER 146: CHAPTER 146: NOW, SHE SEES SCHEMES EVERYWHERE

Ryan Warner was momentarily surprised.

"But I’m afraid of going to jail."

Juliana Jacobs glanced at him, "Evan Grant wouldn’t let his beloved suffer, he’ll get her out in a couple of days."

Ryan Warner’s look towards Juliana Jacobs suddenly changed.

"I’ve hurt you before, how can I trust that you’ll let me have the money and set me free?" he asked warily.

Juliana Jacobs bent down and adjusted the collar of his shirt.

"You don’t have to trust me. You can continue to the airport."

Having said that, she hailed a real ride-share car for him to continue to his destination.

Juliana Jacobs got into Adrian Langley’s car.

"Do you think he’ll stay?" Adrian Langley asked.

"He loves money and fame, just like Quentin Quinn."

"But people like them can betray their allies anytime. You need to be wary when dealing with him," Adrian Langley cautioned.

"I’m not collaborating with him," Juliana Jacobs smiled, "it’s just mutual benefit."

Adrian Langley nodded, "Calculating Evan Grant is not an easy task, be careful."

Juliana Jacobs pressed her lips together without speaking.

Adrian Langley thought of someone else, "As for Jared Langley, avoid him when you can. With my uncle out of Kenton, he might act a bit crazy."

However, what Juliana Jacobs focused on wasn’t Jared Langley, "Your uncle left?"

"Yes, he returned to Kingsford the day before yesterday. Officially, he’s the president of the Helios Energy Association, but in reality, he holds an unusual status. Many military projects have to go through him. He’s not a simple figure."

Juliana Jacobs didn’t pay attention to the latter part of the sentence.

She noted that Elias Langley left the day before yesterday.

Which means after they parted ways at the exhibition center, he left.

And he didn’t mention a single word.

Moreover, in the past couple of days, she sent him messages asking about his finger injury, but he didn’t reply to any.

Juliana Jacobs felt like something had scratched her face, it stung a little.

The closeness in the experience center and his teasing were just his way to relieve tension under pressure.

But she took it seriously and replayed it in her mind over and over. It was quite laughable.

After experiencing Evan Grant, how could she still believe in those illusions?

Juliana Jacobs gave herself a hard pinch on the cheek.

"What are you doing?" Adrian Langley stopped her.

Juliana Jacobs released her hand, leaving a red mark on her face.

"It’s nothing, just got a bit muddled, but now I’m clear-headed."

Adrian Langley assumed she was tired, "What time did you sleep last night?"

"I’ll settle the matter with Jared Langley. Help me investigate Isaac Grant. We can’t just let Grandpa go like this," Juliana Jacobs said.

Upon hearing this, Adrian Langley’s eyes darkened slightly, "Alright."

At this moment, Juliana Jacobs’s phone rang.

It was the landline from the old Grant family estate.

Juliana Jacobs was stunned for two seconds and then answered it.

The butler said Old Mrs. Grant was ill and hoped to see her.

Juliana Jacobs thought for a moment and agreed.

Adrian Langley drove her to the entrance of the old Grant estate and, to avoid awkwardness, didn’t wait for her.

Juliana Jacobs walked into the old estate alone.

The plants and trees remained the same, yet it felt unfamiliar in its silence.

This was once the first family in Kenton, every brick and stone exuded an oppressive force, but now that sharp edge had dissipated, leaving only a deep emptiness.

As soon as she reached the living room, she smelled a strong scent of traditional medicine.

The butler came out, "The young madam has arrived."

Juliana Jacobs smiled lightly, "Uncle Dawson, I’m about to divorce Evan Grant, you can call me Miss Jacobs."

The butler respectfully replied, "As long as you and the young master haven’t finalized it, you’re still the young madam of the Grant Family. We can change it after it’s done."

Juliana Jacobs didn’t argue with him and followed him to Old Mrs. Grant’s bedroom.

Old Mrs. Grant was half-lying on the chaise lounge, and when she saw her, she immediately wanted to get up.

Juliana Jacobs quickly approached, adjusting her pillow, "Please remain lying down, ma’am."

Having not seen her in days, Old Mrs. Grant’s once energetic spirit had diminished considerably.

She sighed and said, "At my age, I’ve long seen through life and death. What keeps me from closing my eyes is not my unwillingness. The senior ministers who followed my husband to establish the company, my grandson treated them well, yet after a few words from George Grant, they turned to support Isaac Grant. Evan is really having a hard time right now."

Juliana Jacobs’s expression remained unchanging, she gently patted Old Mrs. Grant’s hand.

"He is Evan Grant. He has the ability to handle everything, please take care of your health."

Old Mrs. Grant turned her gaze to her, "Oh? You still haven’t underestimated him?"

Juliana Jacobs thought there was something wrong with the way Old Mrs. Grant spoke, so she replied, "He is the successor you raised with your own hands. You should trust your own judgment."

Old Mrs. Grant let out a bitter smile, "He’s been sensible since he was young, and because he’s too sensible, he sees family duty as more important than anything else, which led to your misunderstanding him."

Juliana Jacobs remained silent.

Seeing her expression, Old Mrs. Grant continued, "Girl, I know you still have feelings for Evan. Although he’s never said anything to me, I can tell he and that woman are not like what you imagine. Please forgive him, okay?"

Saying this, Old Mrs. Grant clasped her hand.

"Madam," Juliana Jacobs calmly said, "even if it’s a second marriage, with the Grant family’s status, what kind of prestigious young lady can’t Evan Grant find? There are plenty more outstanding than me, you don’t have to be fixated on me."

Old Mrs. Grant’s facial wrinkles tightened for a moment, then her gaze became slightly sharper.

"Their sincerity can’t compare to yours, at least you wouldn’t stab Evan from the side when he’s besieged on all fronts. In my old heart, you are still the best."

Juliana Jacobs’s expression remained unchanged, but she had already weighed the weight of Old Mrs. Grant’s words.

She was summoned to be warned.

If her psychological resilience were inadequate, she might have been startled immediately, exposing her intentions.

Back when Evan Grant provided a cozy nook, she naively didn’t want to assume people to be too complicated, leading to her being bruised all over.

Nowadays, she saw everything as a setup.

Old Mrs. Grant’s tactics, to her, were just ordinary psychological warfare.

Thinking of that, she smiled warmly.

"Madam, the stones that trip in the yard must be removed, but if they aren’t removed nor dealt with, it only proves the owner still likes them. Your grandson’s heart, you still don’t fully understand."

After saying this, she found an excuse to leave.

As Juliana Jacobs left, the butler entered.

Old Mrs. Grant swiftly got up from the chaise lounge, sitting upright, with no trace of cloudiness in her eyes.

With a solemn face, she said coldly, "She is indeed targeting Evan."

Peter Dawson frowned, "Then we must inform the young master immediately. The young master is already struggling to deal with Master George, Young Master Isaac, and those stubborn elders in the company. If madam stabs him from behind, the young master will truly be finished!"

Old Mrs. Grant shook her head, "Evan wouldn’t believe it. Even if he did, he’d let her do as she wishes."

Peter Dawson seemed to understand the old madam’s meaning, with shock surfacing in his eyes.

"You mean... to act first against the young madam?"