CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 55: MRS. GRANT’S GOOD DAYS ARE OVER

At four o’clock, Glimmer Cafe was rented out completely.

Even the waiters were driven outside.

Juliana pushed the door open and entered, only to be grabbed by the waist by a man and pressed onto the table.

She lay there, and he stood, in a very humiliating position.

Juliana’s breathing was slightly erratic, but in a moment, she calmed down.

"Married for four years, how come I didn’t know President Grant had such interests?"

"The more ambitious a man, the more unique his tastes. You haven’t experienced it because I care about you, cherish you."

Juliana tried to move, but he pressed tightly, leaving her immobile.

So he’s serious about this?

"Alright, let me experience it. After all, President Grant has plenty of methods; suppressing last night’s scandal is easy, and handling a tryst in a cafe is no big deal."

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds.

Evan Grant suddenly let go.

"Seems Mrs. Grant has always held something back from me."

Juliana let out a breath and stood up straight.

"President Grant taught many lessons, and I’ve learned well."

Evan Grant snorted coldly and sat down at the table where there were coffee cups.

Only then did Juliana see a divorce agreement on the table; her eyes lit up, and she walked over.

Evan Grant took a sip of coffee and picked up the divorce agreement.

"Juliana, do you think by publicly accusing me of incest and making the Grant Family a laughingstock of the city, you can get these few sheets of paper?"

With a tearing sound.

He smiled and tore apart the divorce agreement that Juliana longed for.

"You’ve overestimated my tolerance for you."

Juliana furrowed her eyebrows, "We can’t go on like this anymore. If you don’t get divorced soon to marry the woman who suits you, why waste time with me?"

"Waste time?" Evan Grant leaned back, tapping his fingers on the table, "You’ve triggered my desire to control; now I very much want to control you."

Juliana’s expression cooled, "It’s okay if you don’t get divorced. I have evidence of several nights you spent with Stella in Aldoria, and how much money you spent on her. We’ll see each other in court."

After speaking, Juliana was about to leave, but Evan Grant heavily set down his coffee cup.

"Do you think the money you’ve scrounged from the Grant Family is enough for your grandfather’s medical expenses?"

Juliana turned to look at him.

Evan Grant: "The researchers at Aetherflame Dynamics are too young, lacking qualifications and experience. Achieving a technical breakthrough is simply impossible. You dream of using the money from the Grants to hold on for a while and then using dividends from Aetherflame Dynamics to continue covering your grandfather’s medical expenses."

Juliana’s heart sank sharply.

"How do you know so much about Aetherflame Dynamics?"

Evan Grant nonchalantly said, "Did Summer Shaw not tell you? I also invested in Aetherflame Dynamics."

Juliana suddenly felt her breathing constrict.

Evan Grant raised an eyebrow and looked at her, "Did your good friend not tell you that Caleb Shaw is her brother?"

The words were unbelievable and left Juliana momentarily stunned.

Her reaction was as he expected.

Evan Grant smiled and asked, "So how will you live without me?"

Juliana felt unsteady on her feet.

Evan Grant walked over to her, just brushing her hair aside without supporting her,

"In my dictionary, there’s no word for divorce, only widowhood. But from now on, Mrs. Grant’s good days—are over."

After speaking, Evan Grant turned and walked away.

Juliana braced herself against the table to stand steady.

As she walked out of the cafe, the Maybach was gone, and the waiters slowly returned to their work.

Juliana only felt her body very heavy.

Summer Shaw parked her car by the roadside, quickly running over to her.

"Juliana, I was worried about you, came to check, how did it go?"

Juliana looked at her with eyes devoid of warmth.

"He placed a hidden pawn with you precisely to guard against us reaching this point. You knew all along, didn’t you?"

Summer Shaw knew Evan Grant had revealed their relationship to her. Despite being very sad, she had to face it.

"I didn’t mean to hide it from you. Back then, entering school, I was afraid people would laugh at me for relying on family, so I disguised myself as a girl from a regular working-class family. Later, I didn’t expect to become good friends with someone like you."

"Is there any truth in your words?" Juliana’s voice was icy.

"There is," Summer Shaw stood beside her, "My parents live off retirement pensions."

Juliana pursed her lips, looking at her, her eyes clearly saying: Continue spinning tales.

Summer Shaw became a bit anxious, "Because both of their pensions are high, they don’t need the money my grandfather left, and although my brother is salaried, he earns at least a million a year. I’m the only useless one in the family, needing my grandfather’s trust fund to get by each month, so I’m not wrong in saying I’m from a working-class family either."

Juliana said nothing in response, heading toward the street.

Summer Shaw caught up, "Have you forgiven me?"

Juliana: "You didn’t deceive me emotionally, so there’s no need for forgiveness. However, since Aetherflame Dynamics has Evan Grant’s shares, I must divest."

Summer Shaw: "You think I want to be associated with him? I intentionally had finance enter the wrong company account, he won’t complete the remittance by five today, and the agreement will be void."

Juliana’s steps halted, her voice without emotion, "Smart move of yours."

Summer Shaw heaved a sigh of relief, "Then why do you still have a pout?"

Juliana, "Thinking."

Summer Shaw: "About what?"

Juliana had a troubled look on her face, "Evan Grant refuses divorce, only accepts widowhood."

Summer Shaw took a deep breath, "Widowhood is fine. You could kill him."

Juliana opened the car door, nodding, "I’ll work hard to have such capabilities."

In truth, both knew surviving was already fortunate enough.

Just getting into the car, Juliana’s phone rang.

It was the hospital calling.

Her grandfather’s medication had arrived, needing to be administered at the hospital.

Last night, she told everyone that the Grant father and son used her grandfather’s medication to control her, so the Grant Family could no longer bind her through that means.

It seemed to have worked well.

"Alright, I’ll bring him in tomorrow."

...

Evan Grant returned to the company.

The wound on his back was so painful that it brought cold sweat, but he endured it.

Ethan Carter came up to report, "President Grant, Miss Windsor is here. She’s been waiting downstairs for over an hour."

Evan Grant didn’t initially recall who Miss Windsor was, then paused and remembered it was Stella Grant.

The old lady forbade her from using the Grant surname, and she was unwilling to use her former name, so she had to use her mother’s surname.

"Wasn’t it arranged for her to leave the country for another city? Why hasn’t she gone yet?"

Ethan Carter lowered his head, "Master George changed his mind."

Evan Grant’s gaze deepened, "Go tell her, I won’t see her."

Ethan Carter went downstairs.

"Miss Windsor, you should leave. Even if you leave Kenton, you can still live a luxurious life."

Stella seemed to have anticipated Evan Grant’s refusal to meet, so she held out a document.

"Please give this to him. He’ll definitely see me after he reads it."

Ethan Carter took the document, opened it to find a DNA test report...

After consulting, he changed his tune.

"Miss Windsor, please use the back entrance."

Knowing Evan Grant found her embarrassing, Stella meekly nodded.

Evan Grant had just finished applying medicine to his back.

While putting on his shirt, he asked, "When was this done?"

Stella spoke softly, "On the night of the miscarriage, using the fetal tissue samples."

"So you were prepared all along." Evan Grant’s voice was icy.

Stella approached him, picked up his jacket to help him put it on, but Evan Grant evaded her.

She lowered her eyes, "What you gave, you can take back. I’m afraid of becoming a discarded pawn in the end."

Evan Grant turned away, his back facing her.

"I promised to take care of you and I will keep that promise, but I won’t accept any threats."

Stella knelt, clutching his jacket.

"Brother, it’s been four years. Even though you’ve been good to me, I feel like I’ve been imprisoned in Aldoria. I want to go home. I want to realize my value here, forget what happened that night, and start anew. Please give me a chance."

"What value do you have?" Evan Grant asked, turning his face slightly toward her.

Stella swallowed, "I’m willing to be your tool, to aid you. Your wife... has secrets with Dr. Miller."