CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 92: THIS WOMAN IS CLEANER THAN AUNTIE WINDSOR

Juliana calmly put away Adrian Langley’s phone and walked past him.

"I’m here to find someone."

"Who’s Mrs. Grant looking for at our Langley Family’s place?"

Juliana wasn’t surprised she recognized her.

After all, four years of marriage, Evan Grant never deliberately hid her existence.

Moreover, with the recent scandals surrounding the Grant Family, it was a breeze for Mrs. Langley to uncover her opponent’s circumstances with her network.

"I’m looking for Jared Langley."

Juliana remained composed, meeting her scrutinizing gaze.

Mrs. Langley curled her lips into a thin, cold smile. "As far as I know, Mrs. Grant rarely intervenes in the company’s business. I wonder what’s the serious business for you to come looking for my son?"

Juliana could hear the sarcasm in her words.

She wasn’t angry, instead she smiled lightly and said, "Mrs. Langley knows all about other people’s affairs, but if she understood her own son well enough, she wouldn’t be saying this to me today."

After speaking, without looking at the other’s expression, she turned and left.

At that moment, Jared Langley emerged from the private elevator, ignoring his mother, and chased after her.

"Miss Jacobs, wait!"

He finally caught up with her at the main entrance.

Juliana stopped, her gaze towards him remained calm and indifferent.

"Why didn’t you call me first?" he asked.

Juliana glanced at the company’s sign, "Is it embarrassing for you that I showed up here because of your company’s strict hierarchy?"

"That’s not what I meant, if you were coming, I would have asked my secretary to meet you downstairs."

Jared’s words were gentle and polite, but Juliana only responded with a cold laugh.

"I’m not in a good mood today, let’s talk another day."

Jared: "..."

Afterwards, Juliana returned to Aetherflame Dynamics.

Developing new energy heavy-duty truck batteries was just a means to solve the current predicament, far from her ultimate goal.

Summer Shaw stopped her halfway.

"Since you got out of the hospital, you’ve been so busy that you’re nowhere to be seen. What have you been up to these days?"

Juliana glanced at her calmly; the less she knew, the safer she was.

"Handling a divorce, why?"

She brushed it off lightly, but everyone knew her divorce with Evan Grant wouldn’t be easy.

Summer tactfully handed her an invitation.

"An invitation from the Helios Energy Council, inviting us to attend their business networking event."

"Hmm." Juliana turned to change into an anti-static suit.

"Is that all you have to say?" Summer was incredulous, "Do you know what entering their circle means?"

She lowered her voice excitedly, "The Helios Energy Council is ostensibly an investment organization, but its actual background is unfathomable. We’re about to make it big!"

The scene from last night flashed before Juliana’s eyes.

Under the influence of medication, not only did she invite Elias Langley to be unfaithful, but also sprayed him with water and shamelessly claimed she was going to get a gigolo...

These were things she would never do in a rational state.

Just her behavior last night might make the other party reassess the possibility of cooperation and investment.

Juliana ultimately didn’t expose the harsh truth to dampen Summer’s spirits.

"It’s just attending a meeting; we’re far from securing an investment. Let’s focus on doing our jobs well first."

Summer playfully punched her shoulder, "Our Juliana truly aims for big things."

Juliana couldn’t muster a smile.

...

Evening, The Gilded Goblet Room at Phantasm Bar.

The dim red lighting cast a veil of intoxicated haze, enveloping the indulgence and desire.

A few women held wine glasses, either playfully pouring wine by each other’s lips or drunkenly singing off-key love songs, in a dizzying disarray, skirts swaying wildly.

In the shadows of a couch, two men sat facing each other.

Isaac Grant leaned idly back on the couch, flanked by two attentive women massaging his arms and occasionally feeding him wine at his lips.

He took a casual sip and said in a low voice, "I’ve already acquired 5% of the Cortexa Group’s shares on the market, but we’re still far from entering the board. The rest, I’ll leave to father."

George Grant, without any women at his side by choice, was rubbing his glass thoughtfully before speaking, "Your Uncle Woodward is disappointed with Cortexa’s current state and holds 8% shares. I’ll invite him over for chess someday."

Isaac nodded slightly, his fingers nonchalantly slipping under the hem of the woman’s skirt by his side.

After a pause, George asked, "After you replace your brother, can you spare him?"

Isaac exchanged flirtatious glances with the woman in his arms; hearing this, he laughed softly, "Did he spare me back then?"

Thus, of the two sons, only one could remain.

George lowered his eyes, hardened his heart, and downed his whiskey.

Just then, the door to the private room opened, and a woman in a red trench coat gracefully entered.

Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward to scan her with a detector, then gestured for her to remove her coat.

The woman nodded, took off her coat, and turned to hang it on the entrance rack.

A shimmering silver tight-fitting camisole dress accentuated her alluring figure.

She gave Isaac a slight nod and then sat beside George, pouring him more wine.

"I don’t need it."

George placed the glass down, causing the woman’s pouring hand to freeze.

Isaac chuckled, "Auntie Windsor is ill. Father’s a normal man with needs; just don’t let her find out. This woman is cleaner than Auntie Windsor."

George shook his head, "You and I have different views in these matters."

Isaac remained silent with a smile.

The woman brushed her long hair, releasing a strong perfume scent that wafted into George’s nose.

He had an odd fondness for such fragrances.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been fascinated by Lily Windsor, who worked in a massage parlor before.

His gaze was involuntarily drawn to her.

Only then did he realize the woman was also watching him, her gaze intense.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" George’s tone was cold.

The woman gently pressed a glass of wine to his lips, leaning on his shoulder with a playful smile, "You’re very handsome."

George wasn’t pleased, but he still sipped the wine she offered.

The woman rose and moved behind him, her soft fingers lightly massaging his temples.

"I just want you to relax."

George took a deep breath with his eyes closed, "What’s your name?"

"April Preston." Her voice was as sweet as honey.

Across from them, Isaac suddenly laughed, tossing out a room card casually.

"Take my father upstairs to rest well."

April supported George to stand up, and he did not resist.

The non-public area opposite the private room on the third floor.

Juliana clasped her hands in front of her chest, hiding in the darkness.

April’s perfume and massage techniques were all arranged by her.

Adrian Langley stood beside her holding a glass of wine.

"Can April be trusted? What if she’s caught by Lily Windsor and betrays you?"

"I’ve already arranged for her mother’s hospital treatment," Juliana’s voice was calm, "Since Lily Windsor was behind last night’s move, let’s deal with her first, anyway..."

A fierce light flashed in her eyes.

"... Some people’s right-hand supporters need to be eradicated sooner or later."

Taking away George’s affection would be a catastrophic blow for the terminally ill Lily Windsor.

Adrian, though unclear of her plan, felt a pang of sourness.

He asked her again, "These four years, what exactly have you experienced?"

The previous Juliana was naive and lively; she would never have been this deep.

Juliana’s long lashes fluttered down, her voice brushed it off, "We all have to grow up. Have these years been easy for you?"

Adrian’s heart tightened with even more sorrow.

"Let’s go." She took the lead, "Thank you for your help this time; let’s stay in touch less from now on."

The two walked to the entrance of the bar.

Just then, a group of drunk men and women stumbled in, swaying left and right.

Instinctively, Adrian extended his arm, gently shielding Juliana in his embrace.

Suddenly, a drunken woman staggered over, crashing Juliana into Adrian’s chest.

Juliana cast an annoyed glance at the woman, ready to pull away from Adrian’s arms when a phone flash went off with a "click," illuminating their entwined silhouettes.

"Well, well..."

Lily Windsor, having captured the photo, placed her phone in her bag as if handling a prized possession, wearing a triumphant expression as though she’d caught them red-handed.

"Finally caught you cheating duo!"