CHAPTER 166: CHAPTER 166: THE GRANT FAMILY TOWER COLLAPSES

Juliana quickly opened the door and got out of the car, standing by Jared Langley’s side.

Stella Windsor looked at her and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, I’m here to send you off for the last time today. You don’t mind, do you?"

She paused, not waiting for Juliana to respond, and continued, "Even if you do mind, it’s no use. I insist on giving to you, and you have to accept it."

Juliana gave a very faint smile, "About to face death without realizing it, fool. Only you, Stella Windsor, could be such an idiot."

Hearing this, Stella immediately snapped angrily, "Do you think working with Ryan Warner will help you turn the tables? Let me tell you, soon I’ll be pregnant with my brother’s child. Your marriage with him is doomed to fail. I will rightfully marry him, and every year during Qingming Festival, we will lovingly visit your grave together."

Juliana raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying that even now Evan Grant hasn’t said he wants to marry you?"

Stella couldn’t understand why she said that, so she glared at her, not speaking.

Juliana said lightly, "Evan Grant and I finalized the divorce paperwork a few days ago. If he hasn’t said he wants to marry you, then he just wants to treat you as a plaything."

These words instantly pierced Stella’s heart.

She shrieked, "Once you’re dead, he’ll only love me! Angus Slade, do it!"

"Don’t worry about me; take care of yourself."

After saying this to Jared Langley, Juliana grabbed Stella’s hand reaching for her hair and twisted it backward.

Meanwhile, Angus, on his way to attack Juliana, was intercepted by Jared. The two men engaged in a fierce confrontation.

Stella initially wanted to help Angus sneak attack Jared but was almost having her hand broken by Juliana.

In fury, Stella pushed Juliana towards the edge of the cliff. Juliana swiftly dodged and instead flung her over.

Just as she was about to stagger back to a safe distance from the cliff’s edge, Jared, retreating swiftly to block Angus’s heavy strike, accidentally crashed into the off-balance Stella!

Stella lost her balance and fell backward but managed to grab Jared’s clothing.

Juliana rushed to grab Jared but was knocked unconscious by Angus’s punch.

Unable to stop their momentum, Jared and Stella both fell off the steep cliff in an instant...

When Elias Langley arrived, neither of the two cars had anyone inside.

However, the Jaguar’s dashcam recorded the entire incident.

He immediately arranged for personnel to search for Jared’s whereabouts and then calmly dialed Evan Grant’s phone number.

"Where’s Isaac Grant?"

"Still at the old mansion," Evan Grant replied.

Elias hung up and turned to Quinn Shepherd, "Go to the Grant Family’s old mansion and use any means necessary to find out his next plan and the whereabouts of the hostage."

Quinn hurriedly took his leave.

Elias gazed calmly in the direction of the cliff, loosened his tie forcefully.

Forty minutes later, Quinn returned.

"Isaac confessed everything. He plans to kidnap Miss Jacobs and sell her to the neighboring Valtara."

Elias’s eyes suddenly darkened.

Valtara is a place riddled with black market activities.

If Juliana were sold there, she would likely face humiliation and torture until death.

"Stay here, ensure you find Jared!"

With that, he led a team quickly southwest.

Grant Family’s old mansion.

The tattooed men had all been subdued.

Isaac, delirious, was shackled hand and foot and taken away.

The doctor provided emergency treatment for George Grant but shook his head to Evan.

"Your father’s injuries are too severe. He can’t be moved at all. Any slight disturbance could hasten his death," the doctor said quietly.

The implication was that George Grant did not have much time left.

Evan walked up to him, staring expressionlessly.

Perhaps realizing his end was near, George raised his eyes to his son, wanting to say something to ease the relationship, but Evan spoke first.

"I’ve already transferred the shares of the Cortexa Group to you yesterday."

George was taken aback.

Evan said coldly, "Cortexa Group seems powerful, but in reality, its foundation is fragile, unable to withstand the slightest wave. Should the cash flow misuse lead to a broken capital chain, it could collapse instantly. I’ve struggled to maintain it for years and am already overwhelmed. Now it’s yours and Isaac’s."

In that instant, George understood everything and was left speechless with shock.

This unfilial son had clearly pushed all the debts and aftermath onto him, making him bear everything underground.

However, if his death could contribute to the Grant Family, so be it.

George spoke with difficulty, "Evan Grant, I’ve always backed the wrong horse in life. But I don’t think I’m mediocre. You all look down on me, except Lily Windsor... only she regarded me as someone important."

Old Mrs. Grant was not seriously hurt, wanting to look at her son one last time, but gave up on hearing these words.

George’s lips had lost their color, gasping for air, he continued, "I have nothing to ask of you, since you are divorced, just marry Stella. Treat her well for a lifetime. This is my only request, you must agree!"

Evan snorted coldly, "Because I’m the Grant Family heir, I have to cover up your disgraceful affairs and constantly clean up after your one-night romances. To protect the family’s reputation, I was harsh to my wife, even unable to keep my own child, and you? You colluded with Isaac to scheme against me, even forcefully saddling me with a woman you violated. Are you fit to be a father?"

George felt cold all over, unable to speak.

Evan’s tone grew increasingly icy, "Since you’re barely alive, let’s sever our father-son relationship here."

With that, he turned away, never looking at him again.

Old Mrs. Grant felt both hatred and heartbreak toward George.

"The son you desperately supported ultimately took your life. Faced with no one to bury you, you turn to curry favor with the son who has endured humiliation for you. Oh, God, what sort of being have I given birth to? How did you end up something that is neither human nor ghost? George, you disgrace the title of father..."

Under Old Mrs. Grant’s harsh reprimands, George exhaled his last breath, unable to inhale again, sinking into complete silence...

Juliana didn’t know how long she had been asleep. When she woke again, she was inside an old, foul-smelling van.

The van bounced along a rough mountain road.

She quickly regained consciousness, realizing her hands and feet were bound, unable to move.

After observing her surroundings, there was only her and Angus in the vehicle.

"Where are we going?" she asked, struggling to sit up.

Angus glanced at the rearview mirror without speaking.

"Are you being pursued, forced to retreat to the dense forest? Your boss Isaac must be useless. If you let me go, I can plead for leniency for you. Or, if you want a cellmate with Isaac, I can arrange..."

Angus suddenly braked sharply, pulling the van to the roadside.

Due to the inertia, Juliana was thrown violently forward and couldn’t help but say angrily, "Couldn’t you have warned before braking?"

Angus turned from the front, saying nothing while sealing her mouth with tape.

Juliana was speechless.

Having probed to no avail, she could only wait and see.

After a few hours, the van reached a village that appeared extremely remote.

The road narrowed, upon which Angus roughly pulled her out, covered the van with banana leaves, and carried her towards the village.

Amidst the jostling, Juliana’s stomach felt extremely uncomfortable under his shoulder.

Fortunately, the journey was not long.

Angus tossed her onto a stack of hay in a rural courtyard and started speaking with a local man in Valtaran.

The man mentioned it would rain soon, making crossing the river unsafe tonight.

But Angus insisted someone was pursuing him, needing to travel overnight.

Juliana’s heart sank at the thought of being taken across the border illegally!

It was getting dark, and judging by his words, her rescuer might not arrive this evening.

Just as she was contemplating how to stall for time, the local man turned and scooped a ladle of water from a nearby tank, approaching her.

The man tore the tape off her mouth and handed the ladle of water to her.

Was he offering her water?

Indeed, Juliana was parched, yet as she took the ladle in her bound hands, she saw three small words written with a pencil on the inside of the ladle: "Do Not Drink".