CHAPTER 94: CHAPTER 94: GIVE HER A LETHAL INJECTION

Juliana slowly awoke from the chaos, pressing her fingers against her temples, rubbing them as she struggled to focus on the explosive trending topic on her phone screen:

#The Grant Group’s Crown is Tainted! Photos Exposed of the Billionaire’s Wife Meeting Privately with a Group’s Young Master#

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

Two photos.

One was of Juliana holding the man’s hand, their foreheads touching as they gazed at his palm, the background a hospital room.

The other was from last night at the bar entrance, showing Juliana leaning into a man’s arms.

Both photos were taken with misalignment and candid techniques, making the two appear extremely intimate.

However, likely to avoid portrait rights disputes, the faces in the photos were quite blurry, especially Adrian Langley, whom even familiar people would take a while to recognize.

Clearly, the other party was afraid of offending the Langley Family.

"Who’s trying to mess with you again?" Summer asked.

Juliana recalled the previous stunt orchestrated by Lily Windsor and chuckled coldly, "Can’t settle down even on her deathbed."

Summer understood immediately, "Then what to do? Should I find someone to take down the trending topic?"

"I’m still Mrs. Grant, someone will be more anxious than you."

Summer clicked refresh.

Sure enough, the previously trending tag was gone.

But another tag replaced it.

#More Than Just Dinner? Passerby Finds Billionaire’s Wife Alone in a Box with Heir#

"This is endless!" Summer stood up angrily.

Juliana glanced at the photo.

It was the day she had lunch with Adrian Langley.

Was Lily Windsor so skilled at tracking?

With another refresh, the tag disappeared again.

Couldn’t be found even with a search.

At that moment, a call from Adrian Langley came in.

"The last photo was taken by someone passing by the box door that day. I asked the restaurant owner for the surveillance, but it had already been overwritten."

"You were suspicious then, why didn’t you warn me?" Juliana asked.

Adrian felt regretful, "I suspected he was Jared Langley’s spy at the time, but later when Jared called without knowing we were together, I paid no more attention. Juliana, I’m worried that someone particularly familiar with me might see the photos now."

Juliana understood what he meant.

But Grandpa doesn’t surf the internet, and Rosalind Linton prefers short dramas, so chances are they haven’t seen these trending topics.

Hanging up, her heart sank.

The last photo was taken by someone Jared Langley arranged.

If he’s Lily Windsor’s accomplice, getting rid of Lily would be difficult.

"I’m going out for a bit."

Juliana picked up her bag and headed out.

"Where are you going? Aren’t you preparing to attend the entrepreneur gathering hosted by the Helios Energy Council tomorrow to see President Langley?" Summer asked.

However, Juliana’s figure had already disappeared at the office door.

Cortexa Group’s President’s Office.

Evan Grant loosened his tie, his gaze fixed out the window, eyes cold as ice.

"Both tags have been dealt with."

Ethan Carter reported softly.

"Subsequent attempts to leak photos were intercepted by us at the first instance. I’ve already set the PR department to monitor 24/7, not letting this escalate. But Mrs. Grant indeed went too far this time; having an affair shouldn’t have been..."

"Freeze all accounts under George Grant’s name," Evan Grant interrupted coldly, "Some people... need to stay in their sickbeds to remain peaceful."

"But won’t this affect Miss Windsor?" Ethan asked.

Evan coldly responded, "Will she die?"

Ethan shook his head, "Not likely."

Evan didn’t give him any slack, "Then proceed."

...

Juliana called Jared Langley, but he didn’t pick up.

Upon reaching Blackstar Technologies, the receptionist refused to notify him.

Juliana understood he was retaliating against her.

So she took out her phone and dialed Summer.

"Inform Manager Miller to notify Blackstar Technologies that they’ve been eliminated in the first round of selection."

Less than five minutes after hanging up, Jared’s call came in.

"Miss Jacobs, anxious for a divorce? Blame me for no action these days?"

Juliana lazily sunk into the cafe’s sofa, dappled light filtering through the glass roof onto her.

She swirled her coffee cup, "I’m at the cafe next to your company."

Soon, Jared pushed the door open, bypassing her position, sitting across from her.

A salty mint aroma wafted past Juliana’s nose.

Many men liked the sea breeze scented cologne, but on Jared, it had a unique fragrance.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jared Langley seemed a bit curious.

Juliana’s smile didn’t reach her eyes, "You’re very handsome, but your heart is no good. What a pity."

Jared chuckled, "Bad men are in demand."

Juliana took a sip of coffee.

It was pure, very bitter, but invigorating.

"Your skills, President Langley, are enough to handle young girls and love-struck minds. If they were used in business..."

Juliana curled the corner of her mouth.

"...you’d only be fit to fawn over some aging rich lady."

Jared looked at her, his eyes gradually darkening.

"Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to divorce Evan Grant? Evan’s biggest weakness is his pride. I bought traffic, hyped up your scandal, and under the pressure of public opinion, he wouldn’t be able to stand not divorcing you."

Juliana struggled to control her shaking fingers, "So, your way of helping me is by making me lose everything?"

"Don’t put it so harshly."

Jared took a sip of his latte, his attitude utterly indifferent.

"These things are just like gossip in the entertainment industry, it might be replaced by another piece of news tomorrow, and no one will care. But the damage you’ve done to Evan Grant is engraved in his bones, irreparable, and a divorce is inevitable."

Juliana wanted to throw the coffee in his face but restrained herself.

"You never intended to help me at all; everything you do is just to attack Evan Grant."

"Didn’t you know that from the start?"

A faint smile lingered on Jared’s face, refusing to fade.

"That’s why Aetherflame’s decision not to cooperate with Blackstar was right; the character of the partners is also an important consideration for us."

A desolate smile appeared on Juliana’s lips, and even the hem of her clothing as she left conveyed determination.

Jared suddenly felt something stuck in his throat, unable to cough it up or swallow it, leaving him a bit uneasy.

Juliana got into the car, closed her eyes tightly to drive away the tears welling up in them.

She drove the car all the way to the slum area on the west side of the city.

She honked twice at the intersection, and April came out from the alley.

Bowed her head in dejection when she got in the car, "Sorry, I might have failed."

Compared to today’s blows, Juliana could accept any outcome.

"Tell me in detail."

April adjusted the kiss marks on her shoulder.

"We went crazy all night and only parted at noon. Before leaving, he asked where I lived, I said I rented a place in this slum area, he didn’t say he’d change my environment, just gave me a 50,000-dollar card, but when I tried it earlier, I couldn’t get any money out. He probably just wanted to toy with me."

Juliana tapped her fingertips on the steering wheel, thought for a moment, and the desolation in her eyes gradually turned to ice.

"Go to the hospital."

"Huh?"

April didn’t understand what she intended to do.

Juliana started the car.

"Go give Lily Windsor a lethal injection."

...

At the hospital.

George Grant only arrived at the hospital in the afternoon.

He found an excuse, said a friend had some issues in the countryside, so he went to help overnight and his phone ran out of battery, which is why he missed her call.

Lily Windsor believed whatever George said as she loved him.

Stella watched silently, standing aside with a cold gaze as the two embraced and exchanged sweet nothings.

At this moment, a nurse came in, urging them to pay the fees.

Lily frowned, "Didn’t I give you a card without a password? Just transfer the money to the hospital account."

The nurse returned the card to her, "It’s been frozen, can’t be used."

Upon hearing this, George felt uneasy, checked the transfer page on his phone and tried it.

Frozen!

"This is impossible."

George followed the nurse to the lobby to find an ATM.

Stella still hadn’t won Evan Grant’s love, had no leverage, and could only continue to persuade her mother.

"It’s over, all of Uncle Grant’s cards are frozen, the photos you took didn’t work, Juliana whispers sweet nothings, and my brother still only listens to her. Without money for treatment, you’ll be kicked out of the hospital."

"Then what should we do?"

Lily clutched the blanket tightly, her body trembling.

Stella took out a USB drive.

"That night Juliana did sleep with a man, but it wasn’t in the room you arranged; it was on the top floor. I don’t know the exact room, but when I had someone recover the deleted information from your phone, I also restored a segment of hotel surveillance; it shows her being carried into the room by a man. If my brother sees this video, I bet he’d want to kill her."

"Really?" Lily was excited.

"I know tomorrow Juliana is going to attend the entrepreneurs’ networking event organized by the Helios Energy Council, and my brother will be there too..."

At this point, Stella suddenly leaned close to Lily.

"Do you dare to go in person and play this video on the big screen?"