The two people froze simultaneously, both turning their heads.
Evan looked at Juliana with a restrained anger in his eyes, but he didn’t speak.
Stella, who had been locked up for a few days and harshly reprimanded by Ethan, had beco much more obedient.
She discreetly let go of Evan’s arm.
"Sister-in-law, I’m just my brother’s secretary now, how could you call that?"
Everyone attending the signing ceremony today was a prominent businessperson from Kenton, and Stella cared about her reputation.
Juliana’s eyes carried a hint of a smile, "Don’t be confused. I don’t have the fortune to beco relatives with you. Today, only guests with invitations and their partners can enter, while everyone else must register with the company. I rember... your na wasn’t on that list."
Stella opened her mouth.
When Ethan suddenly asked her to co over this morning, she felt sothing was wrong.
It wasn’t that Ethan tead up with Juliana to sche against her, but Juliana suddenly beca a bit intimidating, making Stella extrely wary.
"Sister-in-law, my brother and I are innocent. You’re paranoid again. Every ti you and Evan have disputes, why drag into it..."
Just as she was about to squeeze out a few tears, an employee from Aetherfla ran over, shouting and interrupting her.
"Mrs. Grant, you dropped sothing."
Stella’s voice stopped abruptly.
It was the cocktail hour, and the guests, chatting individually, turned their attention over.
The scene was incredibly awkward.
"Do I know you? Why are you calling that?" Stella awkwardly replied.
The female employee was montarily stunned and then smiled.
"When you registered, you said you were Mrs. Grant, which is why we let you in. I have a good mory; I wouldn’t mistake it."
As she spoke, the employee handed over a bag tag.
"This fell off your bag, right?"
With the design of the mother-daughter bag, there was no room for dispute.
Stella’s face turned white as she snatched the tag and held it tightly in her hand.
She didn’t know why Juliana insisted on calling her Mrs. Grant, but it certainly wasn’t a good thing. Just as she was thinking of an excuse to leave, Yvonne’s voice approached.
"Shaless woman, seducing n everywhere and falsely claiming to be Mrs. Grant. Are you deliberately trying to disgrace the Grant family?"
Yvonne wore a conservative dress that did not fit her style and ca over aggressively with a few sisters.
Stella froze and instantly understood Juliana’s arrangent. This cocktail party was aid at her.
She looked at Evan, knowing that a single word from him could stop Yvonne’s commotion.
But Evan remained silent, his face sullen.
"Brother..."
Yvonne squeezed in between Evan and her, interrupting Stella’s plea.
"Clucking all day, are you a hen? Your mom is dead, the Grant family kicked you out, and here you are, shalessly clinging to him, acting like a pure white lotus, thinking all n in the world fall for your act?"
After speaking, she signaled to her sisters.
Her sisters caught on imdiately and surrounded Stella.
"Stop embarrassing yourself here, co with us!"
Stella knew well that once she was out of Evan’s sight, the consequences would be unimaginable.
She didn’t want to leave, but Evan showed no attitude, and she couldn’t resist the push of these won, being "escorted" away from the cocktail scene.
This ti, Yvonne didn’t cling to Evan, but instead walked out like a queen of justice, nodding to Juliana, "I can’t tolerate a speck of sand in my eye. I’ll take care of people like her."
With that, she followed out, walking with steps that made the Quinn family proud.
Juliana lightly smiled and raised her champagne glass to Evan, "Sorry, Vice President Grant, you were so indulgent with her that I thought you were actually married."
With that, she turned and left.
The savvy old CEOs present all had mockery plastered across their faces.
In the distance, Sumr looked away and smiled slightly.
She then turned to the president of the signing party and said, "Our staff are too innocent, always getting fooled, sorry."
The party president, a thirty-sothing woman, nodded understandingly, saying she had matters to attend to, but would leave her Vice President and executives to continue at the cocktail party.
Jared Langley approached with a aningful smile and remarked, "That woman, from the mont she stepped into this venue, fell into your infallible sche. Mr. Shaw, you’re so adorable, who could have guessed?"
Sumr responded with a gentle smile, "If you couldn’t see that, then the person who precisely planned her arrival must impress you even more. President Langley wasted those eyes."
Jared didn’t get angry but sighed instead, "Indeed, you secretly planned to marry off my ’daughter’ to soone else, yet still felt entitled to my kindness."
Sumr chuckled lightly, "President Langley doesn’t reflect on his own ability but blas us at Aetherfla for cheating him. Could it be he can’t handle losing?"
Jared didn’t retort, but instead laughed quietly.
Juliana went to the washroom, and just as she finished drying her hands, she saw Evan standing behind her.
"What do you want?"
She turned around, hands clutching the edge of the sink.
Evan laughed coldly, "I thought you were afraid of nothing."
Juliana raised her head, "You’re wrong. I fear you because I have no confidence in your character. With the disparity in gender strength, if it cos to a physical confrontation, I’m not your match."
Evan nodded, "Oh, so you fear pain."
Juliana sneered, "Because you’ve never treated as a person, you don’t know that after being toyed with by you for four years, I felt pain, and even less do you realize, those wounds you left on once made wish I were dead..."
At this point, frost already spread across Juliana’s face.
"I’m human, you’re not. That’s why we’re not ant to be together."
Evan was pierced by her words, and the smile disappeared from his face.
"I never toyed with you. When I married you, I intended for us to be together forever. I was serious about loving you."
Juliana felt nauseated hearing his words.
"If stopping is on behalf of your stepsister, just say what you want directly. Don’t disgust with these fake sentints."
Evan finally reached his limit, and he cornered Juliana against the sink.
"Juliana, I swear to God, I’ve never touched Stella, and my relations with Yvonne were for... "
A hint of unspeakable bitterness crossed his face.
"...one day, you’ll understand my intentions."
However, Juliana replied, "The fact that you hurt repeatedly for Stella, is it true or not? The scars on , which one wasn’t left by you? These wounds aren’t on you, so how can you think, upon realizing your intentions, I would forgive you?"
Evan was rendered speechless by her question, feeling a dense, overwhelming pain, each wave more piercing than the last.
After a long while, he managed to speak again, "Then tell , what must I do to untie the knot in your heart?"
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