Juliana Jacobs took a warm shower, changed her clothes, and barely managed to get herself downstairs.
In a corner of the coffee shop, Adrian Langley waved at her.
Juliana walked over.
"What would you like to drink?" Adrian asked.
After thinking for a mont, he added, "No coffee."
Juliana had a bitter taste in her mouth and had only consud half a bowl of porridge upon returning to her room, so she ordered an orange juice and a cheesecake.
Adrian’s gaze lingered on her as she ate her cake for two seconds before returning to his docunts.
"This agreent not only requires the division of your joint marital assets but also includes splitting all the profits Evan Grant has earned from Cortexa Group over the past four years. I believe this is what you deserve."
Juliana swallowed the tasteless cake in silence.
Adrian handed her a tissue, smiling, "You’re a grown woman now, how did you get cake all over your face?"
Juliana suddenly looked up at him.
She always ended up with cream around her mouth unknowingly when eating cake, and even on her face when she accidentally flicked her finger.
Aidan Linton used to say the exact sa thing to her countless tis, but every ti he did, he would gently wipe it clean for her with a tissue.
Faced with Juliana’s scrutinizing gaze, Adrian paused, then set the tissue aside and said, "Finish eating first, and then we’ll talk."
Juliana wasn’t hungry in the first place and was only eating the cake to supplent her energy so her fever would subside more quickly.
After taking a sip of the sour orange juice, her mouth finally had so taste.
She left the remaining cake.
"Vice President Langley," she said coldly, "even if no lawyer takes my case, I am determined to divorce Evan Grant. My affairs are not for you to worry about."
Adrian frowned, "He’s dead set on dragging this out with the marriage. Without going through legal channels, can you really get a divorce?"
Juliana pressed her lips together, "You’re a Langley. Think carefully if you want to wade into this ss with ."
Her words left Adrian in contemplation.
Outside the coffee shop, Evan Grant stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the man and woman sitting inside with a cold gaze.
When he saw Adrian stand up dejectedly, the cold dicine box in his hand was already crushed out of shape.
"Sir, do you need any help?" a waiter at the coffee shop entrance asked.
With a stern face, Evan threw the dicine into the nearby trash can and turned to walk out of the hotel.
Adrian’s face was full of bitterness and reluctance.
"Without help, you can’t even budge Evan Grant’s little finger. Are you just going to let him chew you up until there’s nothing left of you?"
Juliana leaned back in her chair, responding softly to his words.
"No need to worry, Vice President Langley. I have to stay alive so my grandfather has soone to rely on. Since you’re not involved with us, there’s no need to work up such concern. Be the Langley family’s third son, as if you’ve never t . It’s better for both of us."
Adrian several tis opened his mouth to speak, but his words were suppressed each ti by hesitation.
Watching him choose to leave in despair, Juliana bit her lip tightly and sighed in disappointnt.
In this world, there are no two people who look and speak exactly alike. Why won’t he admit he is Aidan?
Has he abandoned even his mother and grandfather?
Juliana stood up, montarily dizzy.
Fortunately, Sumr Shaw caught her in ti.
"I told you to rest in your room. Why are you running around?"
As she spoke, she noticed the half cup of unfinished coffee on the table and frowned.
"Did Evan Grant co looking for you?"
Juliana smiled faintly, "I refuse to be used by him, so do you think he still cares about whether I live or die?"
Sumr fell silent.
After taking her dicine, Juliana didn’t have a fever the next morning, so she prepared to visit Titan Heavy Industries again, determined to see President Holt.
"Can your body handle it?" Sumr asked.
Juliana gazed at the bright sun outside the window, "I’ll be fine."
Just as they were about to leave, Sumr received a call from Stanley Holt’s secretary, saying that President Holt had gone to the golf course and might have a word with them there.
Just a few words!
But Juliana and Sumr weren’t discouraged. They quickly bought so appropriate attire and headed to the golf course.
This ti, no one stopped them.
After they ntioned Stanley Holt’s na, the caddie led them to course number 3.
But Stanley Holt was nowhere to be seen.
"Is that old man playing us for fools?" Sumr glanced around.
Even though it was morning, one could already feel the heat wafting through the air.
Juliana sat in the rest area, opened a bottle of purified water, and swallowed two cold dicine pills.
"Soone like President Holt wouldn’t have us co here without a reason. Let’s wait a bit longer."
Just as she finished her sentence, a few figures appeared in the distance along the corridor.
Stanley Holt and Evan Grant were at the front of the group, discussing matters concerning heavy truck energy storage batteries.
They walked along, engrossed in conversation.
"It’s over. No hope of talking now. Is he determined to destroy us?" Sumr muttered through gritted teeth, keeping her voice low.
Juliana didn’t respond to her, setting down her water and standing up.
Upon reaching the rest area, this ti Stanley Holt greeted Juliana first.
"Mrs. Grant, my apologies for the neglect last night, please forgive ."
Juliana nodded graciously at him, "You must be joking, President Holt. It’s my honor to et you and I look forward to Aetherfla cooperating with your esteed company."
Stanley Holt’s smile was cryptic as he turned to Evan Grant, "President Grant, should we play a full 18 holes, or just hit a few strokes first?"
Evan smiled slightly, "President Holt, given you’re an amateur competition champion, how could I dare show off? But my wife is eager to try. How about giving her so pointers?"
Pretending not to notice the tension between the couple, Stanley Holt agreed without refusal.
Juliana’s golf skills, taught by Evan Grant, were pretty basic.
Compared to President Holt’s professional approach, there was no comparison, but President Holt was patient, occasionally teaching her so techniques.
However, standing under the blazing sun, it wasn’t long before Juliana’s clothes were soaked through.
Her fever, which had subsided before dawn, began to rise again, and her throat felt like it was on fire.
Seeing her physical condition was deteriorating, Stanley Holt suggested they rest at the edge of the course due to the heat.
"Mrs. Grant, your swing is very standard, clearly you’ve been instructed by a professional," Stanley Holt praised with a smile.
Evan took a sip of cold lemon water, glanced coldly at Juliana’s flushed cheeks, and possessively said, "I don’t know how many tis I had to teach her just to get her to the beginner level. President Holt, don’t praise her too much, she’ll get arrogant."
After speaking, he handed her the lemon water he had been drinking.
But Juliana didn’t take it, "I just opened a bottle of water; I haven’t finished it yet."
Sumr was about to pass her the bottle when she was halted by Evan’s sharp gaze.
Evan personally picked up the bottle she had been drinking from and handed it to her, but suddenly let go during the handover.
Bang!
The bottle of purified water hit the ground, spilling its contents everywhere.
Evan sneered, "Mrs. Grant, after all this, you still can only drink what’s mine."
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