Juliana calmly stepped back two steps, distancing herself from Elias Langley.
Elias noticed that the person who had just ward his heart had returned to her usual aloofness in a blink and unconsciously frowned.
"Steward Fay, why don’t you remind the gentleman?"
Isabelle Sinclair’s tone was familiar, exuding the air of a hostess.
"Third Miss Sinclair..."
Steward Fay bowed, looking troubled.
In the past, she could co and go frequently, but now...
"How did you get in?"
Elias Langley’s voice was devoid of warmth.
But Isabelle was used to it, and she nodded towards the door.
"Mrs. Dalton was cleaning your car. When she saw , she directly let in, besides..."
She approached Elias, reaching out to link her arm with his.
"I often co to stay here. Isn’t it just like coming back to my own ho?"
Elias stepped aside, making her reach for empty air.
"In the past, it was my ntor’s wife who instructed . I notified Old Fay, so no one stopped you, but things are different now."
"Brother-in-law," Isabelle feigned innocence, starting to act coy, "I’ve been discharged from the hospital but don’t want to recuperate at ho. I want to stay here with you."
In reality, she had discharged herself forcefully.
The goal was to move in here and disgust Juliana.
However, before Elias could speak, Juliana took over the conversation.
"Steward Fay, does Miss Sinclair have a fixed room here?"
Steward Fay glanced at Elias and replied truthfully, "There is a guest room, not specifically ant for Third Miss Sinclair, but she has left many personal items there."
Juliana’s expression remained calm. "Show Third Miss Sinclair to her room so she can gather her belongings."
"What do you an? This is my brother-in-law’s house!" Isabelle protested loudly.
Elias leisurely corrected her, "In this house, my wife calls the shots."
Isabelle was instantly shut down by his blunt words.
"Aren’t you in a hurry?" Juliana looked at Elias.
Elias smiled, gently pinching her earlobe.
"Right, I’ll leave everything to my wife to handle."
With that, he turned and left.
Isabelle watched the two sharing intimate gestures, her eyes practically spitting fire.
She absolutely could not let this continue!
Isabelle rummaged through her bag for a mont, then glared at Juliana.
"Now that my brother-in-law is gone, there’s no need for you to keep up appearances. Isn’t it just that you want to flaunt your power using my brother-in-law’s identity? Let tell you..."
"Enough," Juliana’s tone was calm yet undeniably authoritative, "from now on, you’re not welco here."
"On what grounds?" Florence Sinclair was shocked, "Just because my brother-in-law married you, doesn’t an he can’t have normal interactions?"
"I won’t interfere with his normal social interactions, but as for Third Miss Sinclair..."
Juliana deliberately emphasized the word "Third," making it clear and resounding.
"...You are a woman others are trying to push onto my husband, and you have improper intentions towards him. I cannot tolerate you—I forbid you to set foot here."
"Clearly you stole my man, you..."
Juliana didn’t want to waste any more ti on her, glanced at Steward Fay, and scanned the courtyard.
Not spotting anyone she trusted, she shouted towards the door, "Raine Kane!"
Raine hurriedly ca running, "Juliana, I was just about to co in, what’s up?"
"Take this young lady and her belongings back to Sinclair Manor and inform the eldest of the Sinclair Family that if they can’t teach their granddaughter the aning of propriety, it might be better not to raise her."
"Got it!"
Raine imdiately lifted Isabelle like a chick.
Isabelle struggled, screaming.
"Juliana, every word you just said, I recorded it all! I will send it word-for-word to my brother-in-law so he can see your true colors!"
Juliana’s eyes flashed, "You recorded it?"
Raine also paused.
Isabelle triumphantly pulled out her phone, "How does it feel to be paid back in your own coin? Are you scared now?"
Juliana laughed, "Yes, please don’t send it to him."
Isabelle beca even prouder, "I insist on sending it to him!"
Juliana smirked, "Please don’t—I’m afraid he’ll be even more conceited hearing how much I care for him."
Isabelle was speechless, "..."
Raine couldn’t hold back a laugh and swiftly dragged Isabelle away.
After Juliana leisurely finished her breakfast, Raine returned.
She reported excitedly, "Juliana, you didn’t see it, but when I delivered your ssage, Old Mr. Sinclair’s face turned bright red, like a monkey’s behind."
Upon hearing this, Juliana rely lifted the corners of her lips slightly, "Getting high blood pressure so easily won’t do—I’ll be stressing him further in the future."
With that, she got up and stepped out of the dining room.
While passing the courtyard, Old Dalton was trimming the lawn.
Juliana glanced past him without stopping, heading straight for the main gate.
Today she was going to Vivacore Bio to inquire about Sumr Shaw’s heart project application result.
When she reached the entrance and saw her car, she almost thought she was seeing things.
"This is..."
She instinctively looked at Raine, who was walking towards her from behind.
Raine shook the car keys in her hand.
"Sir thought you might stay in Kingsford for a while, and worried you’d have trouble using other cars, so he specially arranged to have this car shipped from Kenton."
An indescribable sense of stability crept into her heart.
He could treat her so well, even raise her to the skies, but why did he give up on her at the beginning?
Her slightly cool fingertips involuntarily curled, but Juliana said nothing and opened the car door to sit in the driver’s seat.
Soon, she appeared in the general manager’s office of Vivacore Bio.
Auden Hughes poured her a glass of pure water, but she only looked at it with no intention of drinking.
"I want to know the result of Sumr Shaw’s application."
Auden gazed into her eyes, "Is that all you ca for?"
Juliana gave him no idea of false hope, seriously nodding.
A feeling of loss washed over him, yet Auden smiled.
"First, I must formally apologize for last ti. It was my oversight in choosing the wrong way and place, which upset you. I’m sorry. But I hope you will give a chance to explain."
Auden spoke quickly, not giving Juliana a chance to interrupt.
"Wanting to take you to a couple’s restaurant has been my dream for years, but back then, Aidan Linton was always by your side, watching over you too closely, so I never had the chance. This ti, upon finally eting you again, I don’t want to miss the opportunity, nor do I want to... let go of you."
Juliana ignored his affection and said coldly, "I am married."
Auden nodded, "To Elias Langley, I know. But his identity... for you, I think it’s unsuitable."
Juliana sensed sothing behind his words, "Why do you say that?"
Auden shrugged, raising an eyebrow, "Just a hunch."
Juliana looked at him quietly for a few seconds, "There’s no need for you to worry about my private matters, Mr. Hughes. Right now, I just want to know whether Sumr Shaw’s application has been approved."
Seeing her iron resolve, Auden felt anxious, moved past his desk to stand before her, his tone turning urgent and passionate.
"Juliana! Don’t you understand yet? Aidan is too weak, not suited for you, Evan is too pragmatic, also not suitable for you, and there is no affection between Florence and – it’s rely a business marriage. If you just give the nod, I can annul the engagent any ti! Everything I’ve done is for..."
"For what, Auden Hughes?"
The office door was suddenly yanked open.
"How can you be so vile!"
Florence burst in, her face pale, seized the utility knife from the desk, and swung it towards Juliana!
Juliana couldn’t dodge in ti, and the tip of the blade left a cut bleeding out.
Her heart skipped a beat, with a sense of foreboding.
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