CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53: TONIGHT WE HAVE TO PARTY HARD

"My God! Is that President Grant with her stepsister?"

A gasp erupted, causing an uproar in the crowd.

"Look at the necklace on her stepsister’s neck, isn’t it the one President Grant is holding now!!"

"Not just the necklace, look at her stepsister’s dress tonight, the pattern is exactly the same as the lining of his suit, isn’t this a couple’s set?"

"To pull this stunt on their wedding anniversary, these two have no shame, they’re bullying Mrs. Grant too much."

The sound of mobile phones capturing photos echoed wildly.

Stella was completely petrified.

She never expected Juliana would ruin her image in such a manner.

Could it be that she didn’t care about the Grant Family’s reputation?

Slam!

The diamond necklace fell to the ground with a crisp shatter.

Charles Grant felt as if struck by lightning, stunned as he looked at the screen, then abruptly turned to look at Juliana.

"Do you like this gift, President Grant?"

Juliana’s smile deepened.

The patience of over ten days finally paid off like a sharp blade, stabbing him where it hurts the most.

He should also taste the flavor of heartbreak by now.

"Juliana!"

Evan Grant’s hanging hand clenched into a fist.

"Sister-in-law, it’s not like that."

Stella desperately tried to explain.

"That was in Aldoria, we had an important event to attend, and I didn’t have any jewelry, so I hastily borrowed your necklace. If you feel uncomfortable, I can apologize."

Juliana’s smile was faint, "So it was in Aldoria, I remember last time when the scandal about Evan Grant sneaking in and out of a villa late at night with a mysterious woman broke, was also in Aldoria."

As she spoke, the main screen of the banquet hall cooperated by showing the scandal photos which had been suppressed, and the murmurs in the hall grew louder.

Evan Grant signaled Ethan Carter, who dashed backstage, only to find no one at the computer controlling the screen.

"Sister-in-law, there really is nothing between my brother and me, he just habitually treats me well and overlooked your feelings. If you must blame someone, blame me, not my brother."

As soon as she finished speaking, Juliana’s slap landed on her face.

"Oh, you love your brother that much? You can take the slap he deserves on his behalf."

Stella never imagined she would hit her in public.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and just as she was about to look toward Evan Grant, a slap landed on the other side of her face.

"This slap is for you, for intruding on my marriage, one slap is certainly not enough."

Juliana said, raising her hand again.

Evan Grant grabbed her wrist, his voice chillingly cold.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

Juliana shook off his hand, "Does President Grant know what you are doing? You and she, this is in-cest!"

Stella suddenly felt as if the sky was falling.

She indeed wanted to marry Evan Grant, but having their relationship made public in this manner was a devastating blow for her, she would become a stain on the Grant Family that could never be erased.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Juliana looked at the guests present, "my husband and his parents have demeaned and humiliated me for this Miss Grant, threatening me with cutting off my grandfather’s life-saving medication at the slightest discontent. Is this the kind of family you would want your daughter to marry into?"

The crowd below shook their heads, some pointed at Stella, whispering.

"Evan Grant, let’s divorce, we’re done!"

After speaking, she lifted her skirt and jogged away under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Evan Grant’s forehead veins bulged, but since this was a public occasion, he couldn’t escalate the situation further.

"Brother..."

Stella suddenly felt short of breath, finding it difficult to stand.

However, Evan Grant only gave her a cold glance before instructing someone, "Take her away."

The wedding anniversary banquet turned into a farce, with guests unsure whether to leave or stay.

Evan Grant stood there, his face showing no emotions, except his knuckles turning white from clenching.

Ethan Carter approached him, bowing his head.

Evan Grant’s voice was low and icy, "Seal the information; everyone who attended the banquet must sign a confidentiality agreement before leaving."

Ethan Carter agreed and quickly arranged for personnel to control the scene.

Exiting the banquet hall, Evan Grant punched the wooden door, a storm brewing within his eyes.

Ethan Carter followed him out, "President Grant, the old house called, asking you to return immediately."

Meanwhile, Juliana had already left the hotel and got into a Ling Shi LX7 by the roadside.

This was her car.

"Fasten your seatbelt, we’re heading out."

Summer Shaw hit the gas, and the car shot out from the hotel like an arrow.

"Woohoo! That was so satisfying, sister!"

Summer Shaw excitedly pounded the steering wheel, almost screaming.

"Evan Grant’s face, it’s the best-looking it has ever been. Hahahahaha!"

"And Stella, her face was white as a sheet."

"The Grant Family just embarrassed themselves right into oblivion; this time the scumbag will definitely sign the divorce papers obediently. You’re free, sister! Tonight we must celebrate, I’m gonna find eighteen male models, no backing out until our legs give in."

Juliana pressed down on her hand reaching for the phone, "Don’t pop the champagne prematurely."

Summer Shaw paused for a moment, then nodded as if understanding.

"Right, right, without the signed divorce agreement, sleeping with male models is considered cheating, but once the divorce agreement is signed, it will be considered living life more keenly."

Juliana: "..."

The residence that Summer Shaw prepared for her was a one-bedroom apartment in a bustling area, small but fully equipped.

"Who’s the landlord?" Juliana asked.

"Just settle in comfortably."

Summer Shaw avoided her gaze.

"Summer, tonight I exposed the Grant Family scandal, the marriage will definitely end, but Evan Grant probably won’t let it go easily. I can fight him alone without worries, but if you get involved..."

Juliana always had a deep understanding of issues.

Summer Shaw patted her shoulder, "It’s okay, don’t worry."

Juliana took off the replica of the wedding ring, "Second-hand jewelry doesn’t sell for much online, you find me a dealer..."

She paused, then added, "Find someone substantial. All the properties and jewelry transferred to me under Lily Windsor’s name, I want them converted into cash. Remember, this person must not be afraid of the Grant Family’s influence."

Summer Shaw patted her chest, "Leave it to me."

Juliana looked out the window, her expression not light.

Having been a housewife for four years, nearly all her social ties severed by Evan Grant, moving forward now step by step was no small feat.

At this moment, in the Grant Family old house, the ancestral hall.

The whip lashed down harshly.

Evan Grant didn’t even blink an eye.

Peter Dawson couldn’t bear it and pleaded with Old Mrs. Grant, "Ten lashes already, the young master knows he was wrong."

Old Mrs. Grant snorted coldly, "If he truly knew he was wrong, he wouldn’t be unable to let go of that vixen, ruining the Grant Family’s reputation."

"But tonight’s incident, the young lady also has a part of the responsibility," Peter Dawson said.

The old lady closed her eyes, her voice heavy.

"When Juliana fell into Lily Windsor’s hands yet did not ask me for help, I knew this child was severing all ties with the Grant Family. But the one who forced her to not trust her husband, not rely on her in-laws is precisely the disgrace kneeling on the ground, isn’t it? What did she do wrong?"

Evan Grant knelt in front of the ancestral tablets, and upon hearing this, he coldly laughed, "So you want me to kneel and beg her to come back?"

"Now the whole city is spreading the scandal of your in-cest, your and the Grant Family’s reputation is already destroyed, can she even look back?"

The battle of wits between grandparent and grandchild ended in a stalemate, because they knew each other too well.

Evan Grant’s gaze turned fierce, "Then what does grandma wish for me to do?"

Old Mrs. Grant’s mouth curled up into a smirk.

"Either make her willingly return and turn this scandal into a lovers’ quarrel, or make her shut up forever... which do you choose?"