CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 67: MY SINCERITY IS MORE TEMPTING THAN EVAN’S CHAINS

Evan Grant was about to speak when Ethan Carter’s phone rang.

"Assistant Carter, Director Lowe has already met with Director Woodward. Have you informed President Grant?"

Ethan glanced at Evan and received a signal from his eyes.

"Keep an eye on them; we’ll arrive in forty minutes."

After saying this, Ethan put down the phone and started the car.

"Juliana!"

Adrian Langley’s shout did not bring back Evan Grant, who had left first.

Additionally, since Evan had dismissed the waitstaff, there was no one around to help now.

Adrian took out his phone instinctively finding his father’s number, but hesitated before dialing...

Jared Langley and Juliana Jacobs rolled down the slope together, with gravel and broken branches continually striking their bodies during the fall.

Thus, after falling for several minutes, neither of them reacted to Adrian’s shouting.

Luckily, there was an abandoned path at the bottom of the slope, and two rows of trees lined the side close to the cliff, stopping them in their descent.

When Juliana awoke, she found herself lying on Jared’s chest and quickly moved away from him.

But as soon as she moved, she felt pain all over her body.

Jared wasn’t much better off.

At this moment, his bathrobe was open, with countless bleeding scratches from branches and rocks on his body.

As soon as Juliana moved away, he came to his senses.

There was no lighting, but fortunately, the moonlight was good tonight.

"How are you?" Juliana asked.

Jared sat up and moved his neck a little, "Not dead."

"I’m sorry," Juliana said.

Jared was taken aback.

Juliana explained, "The person might have been coming after me."

"Do you have many enemies?" Jared asked.

The light in Juliana’s eyes dimmed significantly, "The position of Mrs. Grant always has a knife at the throat. He married me just to use my life in exchange for someone else’s safety."

That is why she really wanted to divorce Evan Grant.

Jared sneered, mocking, "You are able to incite Evan Grant to turn the gun on me, yet you can’t escape his grasp. You’re better at protecting my third brother than you are at protecting yourself."

"Does President Langley wish for your brother to be the one playing the lead role in the opposition against Evan Grant?"

Jared suddenly fell silent.

Juliana bit her lip, grasped a tree trunk, and slowly stood up.

"I don’t have any special skills, except for this unwavering will to live."

A gust of wind blew, making her skirt, tattered by rocks and branches, flutter wildly. Her silhouette was so delicate and solitary.

Something stirred for a moment in Jared’s heart.

In his youth, during family feuds, his mother was powerless to protect him, and he had to face one "manmade accident" after another with immense strength.

Every time he got hurt, he could only lick his wounds alone and then build even stronger walls around his heart.

He slowly stood up and wrapped his bathrobe tightly again.

"This path has probably been closed for a long time. Let’s hope the hotel knows about this place and sends someone to find us. Now, let’s choose a direction and meet the rescuers."

"Won’t your brother send someone to rescue you?" Juliana asked.

Jared reacted as if he’d heard a joke, "That loser?"

"Miss Jacobs," he changed to a teasing tone, "don’t say I didn’t warn you. Although he has a lawyer’s license, he’s never taken a case. If you want him to represent you in a divorce case, be careful you don’t end up losing yourself in the process."

Juliana understood the meaning behind his words, "So President Langley hasn’t given up betting on me yet?"

Jared took a deep breath, suppressing the pain on his body.

"My sincerity is more enticing than Evan Grant’s chains, isn’t it?"

But Juliana turned away.

"I will melt his chains into molten iron myself."

Seeing her insist on not cooperating with him, Jared chose a direction and walked away alone.

Juliana didn’t pretend to be strong and followed closely behind.

Neither of them wore shoes; their bare feet struggled on the path littered with branches and rocks.

After walking seven or eight meters, two people ran towards them.

Jared instinctively blocked Juliana.

The other two stopped when they saw them.

These two people were not rescuers.

"Are you sure you won’t cooperate?" Jared asked.

Juliana understood that he meant if she shook her head, he wouldn’t interfere today.

After thinking for two seconds, she bit her lip and turned to run.

She hadn’t gone far when she heard two cries behind her.

When she turned back, she saw the two chasers had already fallen, and Jared was catching his breath.

"You..."

Juliana was about to speak when lights appeared ahead on the path.

A group of well-trained people were running toward them.

The person running up front was Jared’s secretary.

"President Langley, the doctor is up there, we’ll escort you up now."

Jared regulated his breathing, "Miss Jacobs owes me a favor, take her first."

The secretary didn’t ask questions and immediately arranged for Juliana to be carried up on a stretcher.

Once Juliana’s figure disappeared, Jared’s face darkened.

The secretary quickly approached and whispered, "It was the third young master who called me; I only learned something happened to you here. The people above have been subdued without alerting anyone."

A few scratches accentuated Jared’s cold and stern expression.

"Ask if it was him. If so, I want him to account for it!"

The secretary nodded, "Understood."

...

Jared’s men transported Juliana to Hospital 547 and left.

Summer Shaw hurried over, pulling the doctor and asking questions. Upon learning that Juliana only suffered superficial and fall injuries and could be discharged after being observed for one night, she returned to the ward relieved.

"You just went to meet a man. How did you end up like this?"

Summer, heart aching, said.

"It was Evan Grant," Juliana replied.

Summer frowned, "Did he hit you?"

Juliana shook her head, "There was some accident... Luckily Jared was there, otherwise..."

Summer immediately flared up with anger, "Evan Grant was there? Watching you get into trouble, was he dead?"

Juliana’s nose tingled, "He... just happened to leave again."

"Every time! Every single time you’re in danger, he’s never there! This scumbag..."

Summer, eyes red with anger, seemed ready to bite someone.

"Just wait, when he knows the truth one day, he’ll definitely regret it!"

But to Juliana, it no longer mattered whether he knew the truth or not since this marriage would inevitably come to an end.

Seeing the light fade from Juliana’s eyes, Summer held her hand and said, "Juliana, find a way to locate your family. Aetherflame might not last much longer. You need someone to protect you."

Juliana furrowed her brows, "What’s happened?"

"The bank said they won’t give us loans anymore. Tax authorities came today, environmental inspectors are coming tomorrow, and the day after that..."

Summer paused.

"Although we’re operating legally and compliantly, with these daily inspections, normal work can’t be done. The bank’s withdrawal of loans right now cuts our company’s cash flow directly, not to mention clients backing out... Juliana, I’m not afraid of losing Aetherflame, but I’m afraid you’ll lose your bargaining chip for a counterattack. Without family support, it’s too hard alone."

Thus, Evan Grant doesn’t just humiliate her in terms of humanity; he also wants to sever all her possible support, ensuring she can’t escape his control, subject to his manipulation.

Juliana suppressed the emotions surging within, "Aetherflame won’t go bankrupt, and I won’t be subjected to him for too long..."

She looked out the window, and in her eyes lurked a whirlpool capable of tearing apart a giant ship.

"... Time to prepare a second grand gift."

"What kind of grand gift?" Summer’s eyes lit up.