CHAPTER 99: CHAPTER 99: YES, SHE’S EASY TO FOOL, YES, SHE’S CHEAP

Juliana looked at him with a cold, indifferent gaze.

"I know you have immense power, but now I ask you as a person, can you give the victim a bit of fairness?"

Evan Grant curved his lips into a smile, but there was an unfathomable light in his eyes.

"If I can’t do what I want, what’s the point of working so hard to get here? Was it for you?"

His words rendered Juliana silent.

The encounters along this path were all because she, with no background, was forced into this high society game.

"Juliana, being Mrs. Grant may bind you, but it can also bring you what you want, like wanting Lily Windsor to spend her life behind bars right now. But if you abandon the identity of Mrs. Grant, you can only be a doormat, swallowing grievances without being able to do anything."

Juliana’s shoulders gradually sagged.

Only a few seconds later, she looked up again at Evan Grant, her gaze still stubborn.

"I don’t care about being Mrs. Grant, nor do I regret my decision to divorce you. Evan Grant, after four years together, I’ve realized we’re really not suited for each other."

After speaking, she turned to leave.

Evan Grant, however, pulled her back.

Failing to control his strength, she ended up crashing into his arms.

The scent of cedar mixed with body heat seeped into Juliana’s nose.

It was a scent she used to like very much.

Juliana’s inner alarm bells rang, and she pushed him away, raising her hand to give a crisp slap.

"We’re over, don’t you have boundaries?"

Several red marks appeared on Evan Grant’s left cheek, and a dark, dangerous color surged in the man’s eyes, which turned into an inexplicable expression when he looked at her again.

"It’s raining outside. I wanted to ask how you got here?"

With his reminder, Juliana noticed the heavy rain outside.

How did she get here?

The car was parked by the roadside near Celestial Vista; she had taken a taxi.

"Stay, you probably don’t have anything planned for today."

Juliana was about to speak when Evan Grant added teasingly, "Stay obediently tonight, and maybe I’ll consider not interfering with Lily Windsor’s situation."

Any adult understood the implication behind such a statement.

Juliana, enraged, was about to curse when his phone rang.

It was a standard ringtone.

Yet Juliana caught the name on his screen.

The caller was Stella Windsor.

Evan Grant walked to the window to answer it.

The voice on the other end was soft, the content unclear, but there was the faint sound of crying coming through the phone.

Evan Grant replied emotionlessly, "Got it," then hung up and looked back at her.

"With such heavy rain, don’t leave. The master bedroom has always been left for you. I’ll stay in the study."

After saying this, Evan Grant took an umbrella by the door and went out.

Juliana felt he probably wouldn’t return, and with the rain growing heavier, she finally decided to stay.

Next morning, she woke up to her alarm, washed up, and threw the bedclothes into the washing machine.

Going downstairs, she found that Evan Grant had returned at some point and had made breakfast.

"Eat before you leave."

The man took off his apron, his distinguished face showing no trace of kitchen work.

Juliana said nothing, sitting at the dining table.

After a couple of bites, the taste was quite good.

"You can cook, so why did you always make me do it when Mrs. Liu took leave?"

Evan Grant laughed at what she said, "You love me and were willing to cook for me, so why are you questioning it now?"

True, she was easy to deceive, she was foolish.

Juliana stopped talking, focusing on her breakfast.

"Where are you heading? I’ll drive you," Evan Grant said.

Juliana was about to refuse when the sound of a car door closing came from the lawn outside.

George Grant walked in, surveying the surroundings, and came to the dining room.

Seeing Juliana, he sneered, "Didn’t you claim you wanted a divorce? Yet here you are, running back to climb into my son’s bed to send your mother-in-law to prison. Juliana, you really are trying to have it both ways."

Juliana didn’t have time to respond before Evan Grant spoke to her calmly, "You can leave first."

George’s intentions were clear without needing to guess.

Juliana had just finished eating.

She picked up her bag to leave, but feeling dissatisfied, turned back and looked at George Grant.

"The Grant men’s specialty is acting deeply in love in public while playing around privately. Did Master George come today to discuss with your son about framing the phrase ’shameless and unscrupulous’ to hang in the ancestral hall for the Grant descendants to admire?"

George Grant’s face turned white with anger. "Evan, look at her..."

Juliana snorted, then turned and left.

Evan Grant said indifferently, "If Father is here to talk about the matter concerning Aunt... I was present last night, and if I intervene, no one can take her away."

George got the message behind his words.

"Are you really willing to turn against me for a woman?" George was furious.

Evan Grant arched an eyebrow, "Wasn’t it you, Father, who created the rift between us?"

"What... what do you mean?"

Evan Grant’s tone remained calm, "What skills does Lily have to take someone to a place like The Gilded Cage? Wouldn’t the methods she uses to torment people be taught by someone on your orders?"

George blurted out, "How could I let Isaac teach her to do such things!"

Evan Grant pursed his lips, his gaze on him as icy as a blade.

George, caught off guard, found himself lacking confidence.

"You know, I feel guilty towards your aunt, so pampering her a bit is normal."

Evan Grant slightly raised his eyebrows, "Are all your romantic debts for me to clean up? Am I supposed to bear this for you?"

Hearing this, George’s expression subtly changed.

"Let’s end it here; your aunt is someone I care about. Whether you save her or not will determine if we can continue being father and son. Think about it carefully."

After speaking, George left, while Evan Grant remained deeply contemplative.

Juliana first drove to Celestial Vista to get her car, then went to the city center.

Summer Shaw wanted her to get a few custom-made outfits.

Previously, she dressed casually without a problem, but now, as she had a career, she needed a few fitting clothes for formal occasions.

Entering the shop Summer recommended, the manager personally attended to her, taking her to the largest fitting room in the store.

Just after taking her measurements, a salesgirl hurried in to whisper something to the manager.

"President Grant’s woman?"

The manager blurted out, and Juliana looked at him.

"This fitting room is reserved by Miss Jacobs; how can it be given to her?" the manager said with difficulty.

The salesgirl was also anxious, "But this mall is owned by Cortexa Group’s shareholders. If we offend President Grant’s person, our store..."

Juliana leaned leisurely against the chairback, tapping her fingers lightly on the armrest.

The manager approached with an apologetic face, "Miss Jacobs, there is a guest who wants to use this fitting room. Could you please..."

Juliana interrupted with a half-smile, "Since it’s President Grant’s woman, I’d like to curry favor too, let her in."

The manager pondered for a couple of seconds and complied.

Stella Windsor naturally didn’t expect to meet Juliana here.

Upon entering, she froze for a moment.

With a faint smile on her lips, Juliana’s eyes glistened with a chilling frost.

"Miss Windsor, you have quite the mood. While your mother is sipping tea in detention, you leisurely shop for clothes here?"