She smiled slightly, her deanor composed.
"I intend to donate the full original price of this dress, 3.2 million, to tonight’s charity event as a re token of my goodwill."
As soon as the words fell, it drew a low murmur of admiration.
An elderly and prudent guest couldn’t help but loudly praise Elias Langley: "Your wife is truly both beautiful and kind-hearted!"
Elias Langley hooked Juliana’s arm around his, and calmly said to the other party, "Thank you. Allow to formally introduce another identity of my wife. Juliana Jacobs, the technical director at Aetherfla Dynamics."
"Aetherfla Dynamics? The company that released the ’Genesis’ energy storage technology?"
"Military industries worldwide want to connect with Aetherfla, and I didn’t realize their technical director is Mrs. Langley."
Exclamations of surprise echoed in succession, as everyone’s focus shifted from scrutinizing the identity of "Mrs. Langley" to admiring "President Jacobs."
In this mont, it was no longer Juliana who needed Elias Langley’s halo, but rather Elias who was proud to have such a wife.
A gentle, proud smile appeared on Elias Langley’s handso face.
He gently patted his wife’s hand and led her away from the banquet scene.
Sean Paxton watched the two leave, a playful smile on his lips, his gaze growing more profound and unfathomable.
Isabelle Sinclair was distraught, recklessly chasing after them...
At the hotel entrance, Zachary York slowly drove the car over.
Juliana stepped out of the door, shivering slightly as the cold night wind blew on her neck.
Elias Langley imdiately took off his coat to drape it over her shoulders.
Just then, Isabelle Sinclair lifted the hem of her dress, running over with a voice laden with tears: "Brother-in-law, Juliana humiliated in front of everyone; she’s trying to destroy ."
However, Elias Langley said nothing. Juliana took a few steps closer and took over the conversation.
"I’m here. Whether your brother-in-law accepts your complaint is up to ."
Isabelle Sinclair ground her teeth in hatred, "Juliana, don’t get too arrogant."
Juliana smiled faintly and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "So what if you’re not convinced? Do you have the courage to co to Number 17 Dovian Street to find ?"
Isabelle’s pupils contracted at her words, and before she could react, Mrs. Sinclair had hurriedly chased after them.
Seeing her daughter’s ineptitude, she shook her head and instructed the attendants behind her, "Take Miss to the car!"
Isabelle was then half-invited, half-dragged away.
Juliana chuckled, turning to walk back to Elias Langley’s side.
"Juliana!"
Mrs. Sinclair took a deep breath and called out to her.
Juliana paused her steps.
"You... Can you honestly tell , are you Helena?"
Juliana slowly turned back to look at her, the night making her eyes even more unfathomable.
"Is Helena Mrs. Sinclair’s daughter?" she laughed, "Having ’walked’ for so long, do you truly not let go, or are you just used to playing the role of a ’grieving mother’ for others to see?"
Before Mrs. Sinclair could respond, Elias Langley interjected, "Juliana, you don’t know the details of what happened back then, don’t say such things to Mrs. Sinclair."
Details?
The detail was that her father was valuable and alive, while she deserved death.
Juliana raised an unhappy eyebrow but did not argue with Elias Langley.
She turned her gaze to Mrs. Sinclair, her tone softening, but her eyes cold.
"Sorry for breaking Mrs. Sinclair’s necklace."
With that, she left, without a hint of guilt, got in the car, and left alone.
Watching her resolute figure, Mrs. Sinclair stood frozen in place.
Perhaps her intuition was wrong; her Helena wouldn’t be this hostile to her.
Elias Langley saw soone taking care of Mrs. Sinclair and then turned to get in the car.
Soon, the car was driving on the elevated road.
"Why did you have to destroy the necklace, which was so important to Mrs. Sinclair?"
Elias Langley asked calmly, but his eyes quietly locked onto every subtle reaction from Juliana.
Juliana looked sideways at the passing nightscape outside the window, her lips curling into a cold smile.
"Given to the foster daughter, can it still be the most important?"
Then she shifted her tone, her face showing a hint of mockery.
"Is President Langley heartbroken over the person wearing the necklace?"
"Juliana, you know that’s not what I ant."
"But that’s what I an!"
Juliana suddenly turned her head back, her gaze at Elias Langley equally cold.
"What’s wrong with destroying a necklace? They’re always coveting things they shouldn’t. If I can’t show so attitude, why did I marry you?"
Elias Langley just pressed his lips together as he looked at her, choosing not to continue the argunt.
However, in the ensuing ti, the car remained suffocatingly quiet, so much so that Zachary York didn’t dare to breathe loudly,
Eventually, the car stopped in front of the quadrangle courtyard.
Juliana didn’t get out of the car but instructed Zachary York in the driver’s seat, "Take to the hotel."
Elias Langley furrowed his brows, "Stop it, this is your ho."
Juliana ignored him.
Elias Langley looked at her stubborn profile with helplessness, having to resort to a compromising strategy.
"If you don’t want to see , I can sleep in the study."
His original intention was to retreat for the sake of advancing, hoping she would see his willingness to reconcile and abandon the idea of going to a hotel, leading them both back to the shared bedroom.
Unexpectedly, Juliana imdiately and neatly agreed, "Alright."
Elias Langley’s Adam’s apple bobbed, wishing he could rewind a few seconds earlier and swallow back his own suggestion.
Juliana got out of the car, leaving without looking back.
Elias Langley sighed, quietly following her.
The two entered the courtyard, one after the other.
Juliana, draped in his coat, returned to the bedroom, while Elias resignedly diverted to the study.
This scene was just caught by April Wallace.
She hid behind a corridor pillar, a flash of light in her eyes as she quickly rushed to her daughter’s room.
"Lena, they’ve quarreled and are sleeping in separate rooms, your chance has co!"
"Really?"
Lena Dalton’s eyes lit up.
"I saw it with my own eyes, quickly change into a thin and translucent dress and wait for Mr. Langley’s summons."
Lena’s heart leapt with joy as she imdiately rummaged through her wardrobe, not only pulling out a dress thin enough to show her fingerprints, but also finding a set of ambient lingerie.
However, as the night wore on and light etched its way across the sky, no summons ca from Elias Langley’s study.
All night plans fell through, and the mother-daughter duo ended up with panda eyes.
The next day, Juliana intentionally went ten minutes late to the dining hall to find out that Elias Langley had already left early.
Raine Kane quietly inford her that it was said to be due to the Sinclair family matters again.
Juliana pondered montarily, "Did he ntion when he’d be back today?"
Raine thought for a bit, smiling, "Doesn’t Mr. Langley’s return ti depend on you? If you set a curfew for seven o’clock, he definitely wouldn’t dare co a minute past seven."
Juliana said no more. With The Innovation Hub just established, she was busy and had no ti to think about n.
By afternoon, Steward Fay called her, saying Isabelle Sinclair had arrived.
Juliana instructed him to let her in, without ntioning when she’d be back, making Isabelle wait.
By evening, just as Juliana stepped into the main hall, the bored and restless Isabelle shot up to her, pointing angrily at her nose.
"Juliana, you venomous woman! You ruined my necklace, causing them to cut my living expenses, and you dare make wait here for so long? If you feared coming to confront you, why didn’t you think about the consequences yesterday!"
Just then, the sound of a car door closing ca from outside the courtyard.
Juliana smiled secretly; the timing was just right.
She calmly moved Isabelle’s finger away from her nose and gestured toward the courtyard with her chin.
"Do you think I made you wait out of fear? Haven’t you discerned anything sitting here for so long?"
"See what? What have you done now?" Isabelle was puzzled.
Juliana was speechless at her lack of insight, rolling her eyes as she said, "I didn’t summon you to quarrel with . You have a rival now, Third Miss Sinclair."
Isabelle followed her pointing direction.
At so point, under the rose bushes in the courtyard stood a woman in a thin, plain dress.
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