CHAPTER 34: CHAPTER 34: PRESIDENT GRANT, IT REALLY SEEMS LIKE MADAM DOESN’T WANT TO BE WITH YOU ANYMORE

Juliana endured his foul language and finished writing her name.

But before Desmond Wyatt could reach out, Evan Grant took the agreement.

Desmond Wyatt realized the situation had changed, hurriedly stepped forward, pressing his hand on the agreement, trying both hard and soft tactics, "President Grant, it’s signed, we’re square, your new project..."

Before he could finish speaking, Evan Grant swung the teapot beside him and smashed it heavily onto his hand.

Desmond Wyatt let out an "ah" and looked at Evan Grant with a trembling yet fierce gaze.

Juliana was also surprised; wasn’t he bringing her here to sign?

Evan Grant pulled out the agreement from under his hand, tore it into pieces, and then nonchalantly looked at him.

"Did I ever tell you to prepare more offerings for yourself?"

Desmond Wyatt held back his temper from exploding, "President Grant, my brother didn’t teach my son well, letting him say whatever he wants, sorry."

Evan Grant chuckled, "Disciplining your son is your family business, but today he had to act against me, so this matter will be settled separately. I can cripple his hand, I don’t care what riffraff he has behind him."

After speaking, Evan Grant didn’t look at Desmond Wyatt’s uneasy yet blameless appearance, stood up, and his gaze landed on Jason Wyatt.

Once the pressure from someone in power is released, it becomes suffocating.

"Can’t control it?"

Jason Wyatt’s chin trembled, unable to speak.

Evan Grant patted his uncle’s shoulder, "Prepare an offering for your nephew too."

Evan Grant wrapped his arm around Juliana and left the private room.

Back in the car, Juliana pushed his hand away, even patting where he had touched her.

Evan Grant laughed, "Upset I’m not letting you sign?"

"What was the point of bringing me here if you weren’t going to let me sign?"

Evan Grant held her hand but avoided her bruised hand back.

"Juliana, what has caused a rift between us?"

Juliana thought for a moment, didn’t answer, and pried his fingers apart.

Ethan Carter sat in the driver’s seat, not daring to make a sound.

"Your willingness to sign shows you care about me. Can we put the past grievances behind and start anew?"

Juliana was amused by his last four words.

After crawling back from the brink of death countless times, ultimately, he lightly brushes it off with a ’start anew’.

"As I said before, the prerequisite for starting anew is for you to cut ties with Stella Grant, can you do that?"

"Her existence doesn’t affect us at all."

See, he would never let go of that woman.

So between them lies a deadlock, only divorce can solve it.

Juliana’s gaze was cool.

"President Grant misunderstood, I’d definitely sign for the benefit of the Grant Family, I am a person of contract spirit, that’s all."

Having said that, she opened the car door, attempting to get out from the other side.

Evan Grant pulled her back, "How long will you keep this up?"

At this point, Ethan Carter’s phone rang. After answering, he glanced at Juliana and reported, "President Grant, the conclusion regarding the studio explosion is out, it was caused by improper storage of battery blocks by the staff, so it’s still... an accident."

Everyone was aware of the accuracy of this conclusion.

Juliana’s smile didn’t reach her eyes, "So, does President Grant accept the police’s conclusion this time?"

Once is an accident, twice is an accident, his ambiguous response just makes her out to be a fool.

Evan Grant’s lips pursed into a straight line.

Juliana wore a faintly mocking expression, "So, how do we start anew?"

She shook off his hand, got out of the car, and flagged down a taxi to leave.

Ethan Carter felt a bit anxious for his boss.

He turned his head and whispered, "President Grant, it seems the madam really doesn’t want to be with you anymore, maybe we should just be honest with her."

"Will letting her know change anything?"

Ethan Carter was dumbfounded by his words and closed his mouth.

"Head to the development zone."

Evan Grant was sulking silently.

...

In the afternoon, as soon as Juliana walked out of the laboratory, she received a text message.

"The studio has been unsealed, the owner hired people for cleaning, it must be cleaned within three hours."

Juliana grabbed her car keys and walked out.

Summer Shaw peeked out from the office, calling her: "Where are you going? Aren’t you having dinner?"

Juliana waved her hand, "There’s an emergency, wait for my message."

Summer Shaw paused in confusion, "What should I say if Evan Grant calls looking for you?"

Juliana stopped to think, "Don’t wait for him to ask, tell him in an hour that I’ve gone to the studio."

Summer Shaw looked bewildered, "Why are you going to the studio? Haven’t inhaled enough toxic smoke?"

The person who texted Juliana was the cleaner from the shopping mall next to the studio.

Juliana had paid her to keep an eye on things over there, to call her as soon as it was unsealed.

Arriving at the studio, the cleaning lady was waiting at the door.

"What a coincidence, the owner of the place hired me and a few sisters to help with the cleaning."

Juliana pulled out a hundred yuan to give her: "Thank you, Aunty."

The cleaning lady smiled, "No problem, take your time looking. I’ll have them clean the other side first."

Juliana was still looking for the remnants of the battery burn.

The evidence found at the bakery was gone; here was a new chance.

Due to ventilation issues, there was still a pungent odor on the second floor, but it was much milder compared to that day.

Wearing a mask, Juliana searched for a long time and finally found some burnt remnants of a high-energy battery among the sifted debris.

The appearance and color were similar to what was found at the bakery site.

Concealing her excitement, Juliana carefully packed these remnants.

As she went downstairs, the cleaning ladies were still tidying up.

She expressed her gratitude and exited the studio.

On the street, the trees stood silently.

In this pedestrian square, Juliana tucked the small transparent bag into her pocket and headed towards a place where she could catch a taxi.

Almost reaching the main street, she quickened her pace, and at that moment, the sound of hurried footsteps trailed behind her.

Without turning her head, a sense of being hunted as prey surged upon her.

In this city center, the opponent was surprisingly brazen.

Just as Juliana was thinking, two shadows flashed from the front, surrounding her in a pincer formation.

She had no choice but to risk diverting into an alley.

The other end of the alley connected to a street, as long as she could break through, she could escape.

However, just as Juliana was about to reach the alley entrance, the pursuer behind her suddenly tackled her to the ground.

At that moment, a Maybach screeched to a stop at the alley entrance.

"Damn woman, hand it over!"

The leading man in black yanked Juliana’s hair, forcing her to lift her head. The other two accomplices also closed in.

Evan Grant got out of the car just in time to witness this scene.

Seeing him, Juliana instinctively wanted to toss the evidence in her hand to him, but her action froze in the next second.

The passenger door opened, and Stella Grant also got out of the car.

"Stay back!"

Evan Grant harshly stopped Stella Grant, simultaneously tossing his suit jacket to her.

"Brother, shouldn’t we call the police?"

Stella Grant’s voice trembled, clearly frightened by the scene.

"I’ll say it one last time, hand over what you have!"

The man in black lost patience, raising his hand to slap Juliana.

Evan Grant lunged forward, first kicking away the obstacle, then landing a heavy punch squarely on the assailant’s face.

Taking advantage of his opponent’s momentary pain, he swiftly pulled Juliana behind him.

Two men in black hesitated, retreating half a step but still eyed them fiercely.

"What did you take?" Evan Grant asked in a low voice.

Juliana took out the transparent evidence bag from her pocket, "The explosion was orchestrated, they’re here to destroy the evidence."

Before she finished speaking, the two men in black simultaneously lunged at them.

Evan Grant pushed her aside, "Get to the car!"

Seizing the moment, Juliana ran towards the alley entrance, but was suddenly blocked by the man in black who had been kicked down earlier.

In the scuffle, her back slammed heavily into the wall, and the transparent bag in her hand was flung out.

Standing by the car, Stella Grant let out a startled cry, instinctively catching it.