CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 54: BURN IT AND IT’S OVER? WISHFUL THINKING

Evan Grant took out his phone and dialed Juliana Jacobs’s number.

However, a mechanical female voice came through, "The number you have dialed is not in service..."

He froze for a moment.

Old Mrs. Grant sneered lightly, "How long has it been since you called her? You don’t even know she changed her number?"

Evan Grant put down the phone, his expression unchanged, "I’ll consider what you said, Grandma."

"Tomorrow’s board meeting, the shareholders’ attitude, the company’s stock price, the partners’ stance... you’ll be busy. Get up, everything must prioritize restoring the Grant Family’s reputation."

Evan Grant stood up and was about to leave.

Old Mrs. Grant stopped him, "What are you going to do about that woman?"

Evan Grant: "I’ll handle it properly."

Old Mrs. Grant was displeased, "At this point, what can’t you let go of with her? Did you actually sleep with her?"

"Grandma," Evan Grant’s voice was very cold, "I never touched her. As for the rest... please don’t ask."

With that, he strode away.

Peter Dawson stepped forward and whispered, "I didn’t expect the young lady to be so ruthless."

Old Mrs. Grant chuckled, "Far less than myself when I was young, but she can be trained, if she’ll turn back..."

Peter Dawson sensed the implication in her words, "Aren’t you testing the young master’s attitude?"

Old Mrs. Grant looked in the direction Evan Grant had left and sighed lightly, "If Juliana Jacobs loves him, she’ll naturally be a boon to his future; but if she doesn’t, she’ll become an obstacle. I hope he can be ruthless."

Suddenly recalling something, her voice sharpened, "Peter Dawson, I need you to take care of something for me."

...

Evan Grant returned to Platinum Bay.

Mrs. Young hadn’t gone to bed yet.

The old house had called her to prepare the first aid kit.

"President Grant, do you want me to call the doctor to apply the medication?"

If Mrs. Grant were here, this task would certainly fall on her.

Unfortunately, the two of them couldn’t go back.

Evan Grant didn’t respond and went straight upstairs to the study.

Unexpectedly, when he reached the second-floor corridor, he realized something was missing.

He stopped and looked for a long time.

"Mrs. Young!"

Mrs. Young hurriedly ran upstairs.

"Where’s the wedding photo that was hanging here?" he asked.

"The wedding photo was taken down the day Madam was taken to the hospital by your father. You just noticed?"

In recent days, Evan Grant had been busy, mostly eating and drinking at the company, only occasionally returning to Platinum Bay to collect things.

He really hadn’t noticed that the space for the wedding photo was empty.

Mrs. Young sighed, "Some things you get accustomed to, over time, are easily overlooked, and the more that’s the case, the easier they are to lose."

Mrs. Young had put the wedding photo away for him.

In the storage room, Evan Grant saw the half-cut wedding photo, and his eyes turned icy.

"Madam took the important things with her, saying that the rest should be burned once she left completely."

Evan Grant gritted his teeth, "Does she think burning it ends everything? Dream on."

...

The next day, Juliana Jacobs made breakfast in her new home and even prepared a share for Summer Shaw.

The analysis of the component ratio of the battery remnants she retrieved from the explosion site was complete.

The next step was to find out which lab the battery came from.

Summer Shaw was enthusiastic, saying he could use his connections to find out.

The Grant Family scandal that had been making a splash yesterday couldn’t be found online today.

Juliana Jacobs admired Evan Grant’s PR handling abilities.

However, even though it wasn’t online, the siblings’ scandal remained a hot topic in people’s conversations.

At noon, Juliana Jacobs didn’t eat at Aetherflame Dynamics but went to the community stray cat rescue station.

Seeing the money she gave to Chase Miller last time had all been delivered to the rescue station, she was relieved.

Turning around, she met Chase Miller’s gaze, and she paused.

"What, don’t you trust me?" Chase Miller asked.

"Do you not know what kind of character you have?"

Juliana Jacobs ignored him and walked around him to leave the rescue station.

Nearby, there was a restaurant in the shopping center where she intended to get lunch.

Chase Miller caught up and said, "I didn’t agree to help Lily Windsor pretend to be sick, only to draw conclusions based on the assessment report."

"So you want to say you’re not at fault?"

Juliana Jacobs continued walking, not looking at him.

Chase Miller gritted his teeth and grabbed her hand.

"You should know the power of the Grant Family; I was forced. Lily Windsor gave me money, but I donated it all to the rescue station."

Juliana Jacobs was forced to stop and looked at him.

"Was it only Lily Windsor threatening you? How much did you take to help her clear someone else?"

Chase Miller was rendered speechless.

In the car not far away, Ethan Carter watched his boss’s face gradually darken and tentatively asked, "President Grant, should we go ’invite’ Madam to the car now?"

Evan Grant was about to speak when his phone rang.

It was George Grant calling, telling him to check the local trending searches.

The top trending was a statement, penned by Old Mrs. Grant.

It was only a few lines, but every word was like a knife, completely cutting Stella Grant from her high life.

[Stella Grant, originally Jocelyn Sterling, her mother remarried into the Grant Family, coercing the family name by threat. Her conduct is now disgraceful, effective immediately, all assets gifted by the Grant Family are reclaimed, and she is expelled, never to bear the family name again.]

This meant Stella Grant not only lost the Grant name but also had to return all the gifts from the Grant Family.

George Grant was furious on the phone.

Evan Grant hung up and looked at the distant man and woman standing together, saying indifferently, "Let’s go back first."

...

Juliana Jacobs and Chase Miller parted on bad terms, and she returned to Aetherflame Dynamics still with a tense expression.

Summer Shaw excitedly came over and patted her shoulder.

"There’s a lead on the buyer you’re looking for; they’re very interested in the real estate and jewelry you have."

Juliana Jacobs looked up at her, waiting for more.

Summer Shaw leaned forward, lowering her voice.

"Although the other party’s hard power doesn’t match the Grant Family, they’re Evan Grant’s arch-nemesis. What they’re really interested in isn’t the items themselves but the fact that they come from the Grant Family. Think about it, buying things from the Grant Family is like slapping Evan Grant in the face, right?"

Juliana Jacobs thought for a few seconds, "Who is it?"

Summer Shaw smiled slightly, "The surname is Langley."

Juliana Jacobs’s eyebrows twitched.

Summer Shaw continued, "You may not have heard of the Langley Family, but you certainly know Blackstar Technologies, right? In Kenton, Blackstar Technologies is second in power only to that jerk of a husband’s company. But the Langleys keep a low profile, and outsiders know very little about them. The person interested in your items is the CEO of Blackstar Technologies."

"When can I meet him?" Juliana Jacobs asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon at three, at The Jade Leaf."

Juliana Jacobs looked out the window; could it be that Mr. Langley?

Before she could come out of her memories, her phone rang. It was Evan Grant calling.

He had discovered her new number.

"Mrs. Grant, did you plan to disappear after setting me up?"

Evan Grant’s voice betrayed no emotion.

"Wasn’t I waiting for President Grant to find the time to contact me? I won’t disappear, not with the divorce papers unsigned."

There was a two-second silence on the other end, "Come home, let’s talk."

"Glimmer Cafe, see you at four."

Juliana Jacobs hung up without waiting for his response.

Evan Grant could tell she was afraid to meet him in a private space.

But after what she did, could it be resolved so easily?