CHAPTER 28: CHAPTER 28: FAKE INCEST CERTIFICATE

Juliana looked in the direction indicated, and saw Evan Grant turn around.

The man’s gaze was sharp, with a fiery edge.

Juliana steadied herself, waiting for him to explode at her.

"You..." Evan Grant irritably loosened his tie, "...Where are you hurt?"

Perhaps scolding her in public would hurt her pride, so the man suppressed his temper.

Juliana tucked her stray bangs behind her ear, "Lucky, I’m still alive."

To Evan Grant, these words sounded extremely sarcastic.

"Why didn’t you go to Mercy? Why was your phone off? Why..."

His gaze fell on her ring finger.

"The ring, where did you lose our wedding ring this time?"

Juliana only realized this morning that the replica wedding ring was missing.

Because of that, she felt distressed for several minutes.

She had planned to sell it on a second-hand website, and now she’s lost quite a bit of money.

Juliana lowered her gaze, "The phone ran out of battery, my eyes were not convenient, I didn’t charge it. I was brought here by helpful people, President Grant was busy saving your sister, I didn’t have a chance to greet."

She took a deep breath, feeling somewhat exhausted.

"As for your ring, it probably fell at the studio, I was busy saving my life then, didn’t pay attention to it. Do you want me to pay with my life?"

When did he start thinking the ring was more important than her life?

Evan Grant was provoked by her words, taking a step closer, only to be stopped by Stella Grant.

"Brother, this is a hospital, speak with sister-in-law properly."

"Sister-in-law, brother was really worried about you, he didn’t sleep all night, please don’t anger him anymore."

Juliana nodded calmly, "Right, you’re perfect, you understand him and care about him, you’re the most suitable Mrs. Grant."

"Come home with me!"

Evan Grant shook off Stella Grant’s hand, grabbed Juliana’s wrist, and pulled her away.

Summer Shaw and Stella Grant watched intently as Evan Grant shoved Juliana into the car.

Assistant Carter stepped forward and said, "Miss Grant, let’s go back together, I’ll get the car."

Stella Grant nodded, "Okay, Assistant Carter, I’ll wait for you."

Waiting for Assistant Carter to go to the parking lot, Stella Grant’s reserved demeanor vanished, her eyebrows seemingly holding a dark, unfathomable pool, looking very displeased.

"Oh, oh, look at the loving couple going home together, someone can barely hold it in." Summer Shaw couldn’t help but mock.

However, Stella Grant’s sinister appearance was a world apart from her previous composed self.

"In a month at most, Juliana will be dumped, better leave yourself a way out."

A month?

Summer Shaw snickered to herself: Half a month won’t pass before you see who dumps whom.

"That’s hilarious, a mistress is a mistress, they haven’t even divorced yet, and you dream of being the future Mrs. Grant? Your mother gave birth to your limbs, but your face was a difficult birth?"

Stella Grant’s gaze narrowed slightly, "Miss Shaw, watch your status."

Summer Shaw laughed, "I have a legitimate status, what do you have? A mistress qualification certificate or a model fake orthopedic certificate?"

Stella Grant’s clenched fingers loosened.

She looked at Summer Shaw and smiled, disrupting her momentum.

"Miss Shaw, whoever is loved owns everything. If my brother truly loves your friend, he wouldn’t choose me in a life-and-death moment. You should stay sober, just advise your friend to properly be my stand-in, if she dies for me, my brother will certainly take care of her costly old man."

Summer Shaw was infuriated, "Ugh, scummy men and women shouldn’t harm others, hurry and lock yourselves in together."

Stella Grant smiled faintly, "Thank you for your blessing."

Summer Shaw: "..."

Truly, the shameless are unbeatable.

Juliana was taken back to Platinum Bay.

After pulling her into the bedroom, Evan Grant started removing her clothes without a word.

Juliana resisted, gripping her own collar.

Her slightly pale face was full of anger.

"That’s enough, Evan Grant, even a thing has its usage limits."

Her words successfully calmed Evan Grant down.

He wanted to check if she was injured, but shouldn’t have used such an inciting method.

"You think you’re my possession?"

Juliana moved to a safe distance, tidied her clothes that he’d messed up.

"Maybe not even a possession, but..." She met his gaze, "At least I’m still a person who can speak and has awareness. Please give me a little respect when using me, I’d greatly appreciate it."

Evan Grant’s lips pressed into a straight line, his deep eyes unreadable.

Juliana no longer wanted to guess his thoughts.

She was tired, sat at the table to take out her medicine, and followed the instructions, taking each pill into her mouth.

Lastly, there was a bottle of eye drops.

Evan Grant: "Let me."

Juliana: "No need."

Evan Grant forcefully took the eye drops from her hand and trapped her in his arms to administer them.

Juliana had no choice but to tilt her neck to cooperate with him.

Thus, the strangulation marks on her neck fell into his eyes.

Evan Grant’s gaze darkened briefly, reaching to touch her neck.

However, Juliana recoiled as if shocked.

Evan Grant froze for a moment, then steadied his voice and said, "The studio exploded, the police are investigating, and you’ll need to cooperate by giving a statement."

Juliana touched her neck, her vision recovered today, and she also saw the strangulation marks on her neck, already reddened and turning black, thinking it would take several days to fade.

"What’s there to record, isn’t it all an accident?"

No need to analyze, the investigation results this time will surely be the same as the bakery, making a statement is meaningless.

Her disheartened look was like a blunt knife that carved a bloody line across Evan Grant’s heart.

Juliana got up to end this conversation, but Evan Grant pulled her into his arms.

He kissed her forehead.

"I didn’t not try to save you, the bodyguards’ duty is to protect Stella, it’s my duty to protect you, when I rushed over to find you, you were no longer in the dressing room."

"Oh, thank you."

Her indifferent expression, yet easy-going manner, made Evan Grant frown.

"You don’t believe me?"

"I believe you."

She tried to appear sincere, but her eyes were frosty.

Evan Grant gently lifted her chin, stared at her for half a minute, then said word by word, "You’re still playing games with me."

Whatever he says, she just believes it, why is he still not satisfied?

Juliana somewhat wanted to give up, not responding, just laughing vaguely.

Evan Grant felt as if something was about to fly away, holding her tightly.

"Juliana, what do you want from me?"

Even after conceding, it’s still not enough?

Juliana lay motionless in his embrace.

Evan Grant gritted his teeth, "I didn’t ignore you, didn’t abandon you, no matter what you do, I won’t divorce you."

Hearing him say that, Juliana suddenly raised her head, "Do you think the promise not to divorce is a guarantee for me?"

Evan Grant frowned.

"I have no family, no one backing me up, the only reason I can be called Mrs. Grant is because of your affection. If one day you stop loving me, I will have nothing, your verbal promise is the same as the guarantees you’ve made to me before, said and then forgotten."

Evan Grant understood what she meant; she wanted tangible security.

"So what do you want? Real estate, or company shares?"

When Evan Grant asked this, he truly wasn’t using finance to mock her.

These were things he could give.

In this life, he had no intention of marrying another woman. She was his wife, it wasn’t excessive for her to hold some company shares, let alone other things.

However, Juliana slowly took out a property donation agreement from her bag and placed it in his hand.

"Last time you gave me fifty million, it’s already a lot. I hope you give me a promise, that no matter what happens in the future, neither you nor your family can reclaim this fifty million."

Evan Grant looked at this agreement without speaking.

Juliana’s heartbeat was a bit fast. She tried to steady her nerves and asked, "Can you sign it, President Grant?"