CHAPTER 85: CHAPTER 85: SHE’S BAD BUT NOT ANNOYING

Next was a photo where Juliana Jacobs and Adrian Langley’s foreheads were touching, and she was lowering her head, carefully cradling his hand.

The background was inside a hospital room.

Evan Grant’s eyes darkened abruptly.

But it was only for a moment, like a sharp blade that was quickly sheathed.

...

At this moment, Juliana Jacobs and that troublesome bird were sitting in the car.

Jared Langley looked several times before speaking, "I can pick you up right at the Grant Family’s front door because I’m not afraid of Evan Grant. You can trust my sincerity."

Juliana had a faint smile on her face, "You suddenly become assertive, isn’t it because the Cortexa Group is currently in turmoil? I dare say that if Evan Grant stands firm against the pressure, you would immediately back down."

To outsiders, Jared Langley was seen as a man with a strong presence.

As the eldest son of the Langley Family and having risen to power through intense family feuding, he exuded a charisma that could oppress those around him with only a lift of his hand.

But Juliana Jacobs simply ignored him.

Jared’s gaze fell on the woman’s face beside him, seemingly brewing with countless emotions.

"Can you... give me some face?" His voice carried a hint of hesitation.

Juliana curled the corner of her lips on the left side, "You were the one who first used ugly words to stab me!"

Jared laughed quietly, "I’ve found you’re quite devious."

Juliana leaned toward the car window, "I’m a mirror to all of you."

If you are white, I am white.

If you are black, then I am ink.

"It’s almost noon, shall we have a simple lunch together?" Jared suggested.

"I wonder what method President Langley plans to use to facilitate my divorce from Evan Grant?"

Juliana declined his invitation in her words.

Jared thought for a few seconds, "I plan to have my brother take your case."

Juliana lightly laughed.

"What, you don’t want to face Evan Grant in court?"

Juliana smiled and said, "I thought you’d have a more brilliant plan, but it’s just this. You don’t need to worry about the lawyer, I’ll represent myself."

"But even if you self-represent, you still need legal advice. My brother is one of us, it’s more convenient."

"Still don’t need it," Juliana insisted.

At this point, the car stopped at the entrance of a commercial street as Juliana mentioned.

"When President Langley has a practical solution, we’ll talk about battery cooperation."

With that, she got out and left.

After walking a bit, she looked back.

Jared’s car had already driven away.

A few minutes later, Juliana entered a private room in a private dining restaurant.

Adrian Langley was busy ordering on his phone.

Juliana’s gaze fell on the bandage on his hand.

"What did the doctor say? Any dietary restrictions?"

This time Adrian didn’t pretend to be mature as he did the first time they met.

"He said it’s nothing, just insisted I come out for this meal, you’re treating."

Juliana poured herself a cup of tea and looked at him without speaking.

Only then did Adrian put down his phone and ask, "Is there something else?"

Juliana looked at his hairline, "I want a strand of your hair for a DNA test."

Adrian glared sharply at her, "Are you planning to team up with Jared to go against me?"

Juliana was taken aback.

At this moment, the waiter came in to serve dishes, and a passerby took a glance inside.

Adrian’s brow instantly furrowed, and his tone was no longer as relaxed as before.

"Jared has been investigating me for quite some time; it’s unsafe for anyone close to me. Maybe we should meet less in the future."

Juliana understood instantly.

An illegitimate child without family support, fighting alone in the wolf den of the Langley Family, every step he takes is like walking on thin ice.

Jared always had his secretary ready when he went out, but perhaps Adrian didn’t even have a confidant.

"What are you after? Do you enjoy living like this?" Juliana asked.

Adrian did not respond to her question, taking out a card instead, "Withdraw from this in emergencies."

Juliana didn’t take it, "We just have an ordinary relationship. You’re hurt because of me and even give me a card. Aren’t you afraid Jared will suspect something?"

Adrian remained silent.

...

Outside the restaurant, in the Jaguar car.

The secretary received a text, turned around, and said to the man in the back seat, "President Langley, it turns out Miss Jacobs went to meet the third young master."

Jared looked at the restaurant’s window dishes, saying nothing.

"President Langley, Miss Jacobs is cooperating with you yet keeping unclear ties with the third young master, she’s too sly. Can you trust her words?"

She had witnessed the interaction between the two in the car just now and felt that her boss seemed disadvantaged.

Jared withdrew his gaze from the restaurant.

"She’s a bit devious, but not in an unpleasant way — even a bit naively foolish."

At least among the various people he’d encountered, she was the one least likely to hide her cunning from him.

She even engraved her dislike for him in her eyes.

From another perspective, she was quite sincere.

Thinking of this, a smile unknowingly appeared on Jared’s face.

"Have they started eating?" Jared asked.

The secretary sent a message to confirm.

"They just finished serving the dishes."

Jared took out his phone, found Adrian’s number, and dialed it.

Inside the room.

Juliana used public chopsticks to serve a piece of squirrel fish into a bowl for Adrian.

"I have a friend who loves fish and can cook it even better. The taste of this dish isn’t even a third as good."

Adrian looked at the fish in the bowl, stayed silent for a few seconds, and just as he was about to eat, his phone rang.

Looking at the name, he gestured to Juliana to keep quiet.

"What’s up?" he asked.

"Where are you?" Jared deliberately asked.

"Having a meal with a friend," Adrian replied.

"Is it a girlfriend?" Jared teased.

"I’ll hang up if there’s nothing else," Adrian said.

"Uncle is back, staying at The Apex Hotel. Dad wants us to invite him home."

"Now?" Adrian was a bit surprised.

"Yeah, where are you? I’ll come pick you up."

"I’ll... check, and text you the exact address."

Then Adrian hung up the phone and stood up.

"I’ve already paid. Take your time eating."

Juliana indeed didn’t plan on going hungry.

However, she gripped the chopsticks tightly.

"Since we’re cutting ties, we should cut them cleanly. Take back the card. I can take care of my elders myself."

Adrian’s body stiffened for a moment, but he still left the card and exited.

He walked through two blocks and exited through another door of the mall, getting into Jared’s car.

Jared sat lounging in the car and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Adrian remained serious, "Not yet."

Jared’s face showed a smirk, "I haven’t eaten either. Let’s discuss something together."

Adrian looked at him cautiously, "What are you up to now?"

Jared said, "Juliana Jacobs wants to divorce Evan Grant. Didn’t you say the other day that you’d take her case? I support you."

Adrian looked at him without speaking.

Jared explained, "Blackstar’s heavy truck business just launched, and although qualification is insufficient, if she can divorce Evan, she might consider cooperating with us in the new energy battery business for the heavy trucks."

Adrian scoffed, "You’re in charge of the heavy truck business. If it’s successful, Dad will only praise you; what does it have to do with me?"

"Third brother," Jared said sincerely, "Dad is not confused; how would he not know it’s your credit?"

Adrian stayed silent.

Jared said, "You can think about it slowly; let’s find a place to eat first."

Adrian frowned, "Aren’t we going to see uncle?"

Jared smiled, "I called uncle’s secretary; he’s busy today, but he’ll attend an auction cocktail party tomorrow evening. Happily, it’s at the same hotel as where he’s staying, so we’ll intercept him then."

Adrian felt annoyed, "Then why did you hastily drag me out?"

Jared said, "I’m still starving; why should you get to eat first?"

Especially with her.

Adrian: "..."

Juliana had just finished lunch when she received a call from Rosalind Linton.

"What auction cocktail party? Explain clearly."