Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 125: How Can I Untangle the Knot in Your Heart
The two people froze simultaneously, both turning their heads.
Evan looked at Juliana with a restrained anger in his eyes, but he didnβt speak. π§ππππΈπ¦π£πππ·ππ.π€π°π
Stella, who had been locked up for a few days and harshly reprimanded by Ethan, had become much more obedient.
She discreetly let go of Evanβs arm.
"Sister-in-law, Iβm just my brotherβs secretary now, how could you call me that?"
Everyone attending the signing ceremony today was a prominent businessperson from Kenton, and Stella cared about her reputation.
Julianaβs eyes carried a hint of a smile, "Donβt be confused. I donβt have the fortune to become relatives with you. Today, only guests with invitations and their partners can enter, while everyone else must register with the company. I remember... your name wasnβt on that list."
Stella opened her mouth.
When Ethan suddenly asked her to come over this morning, she felt something was wrong.
It wasnβt that Ethan teamed up with Juliana to scheme against her, but Juliana suddenly became a bit intimidating, making Stella extremely wary.
"Sister-in-law, my brother and I are innocent. Youβre paranoid again. Every time you and Evan have disputes, why drag me into it..."
Just as she was about to squeeze out a few tears, an employee from Aetherflame ran over, shouting and interrupting her.
"Mrs. Grant, you dropped something."
Stellaβs 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 me that?" Stella awkwardly replied.
The female employee was momentarily stunned and then smiled.
"When you registered, you said you were Mrs. Grant, which is why we let you in. I have a good memory; I wouldnβt 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.
Stellaβs face turned white as she snatched the tag and held it tightly in her hand.
She didnβt know why Juliana insisted on calling her Mrs. Grant, but it certainly wasnβt a good thing. Just as she was thinking of an excuse to leave, Yvonneβs voice approached.
"Shameless woman, seducing men 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 came over aggressively with a few sisters.
Stella froze and instantly understood Julianaβs arrangement. This cocktail party was aimed at her.
She looked at Evan, knowing that a single word from him could stop Yvonneβs commotion.
But Evan remained silent, his face sullen.
"Brother..."
Yvonne squeezed in between Evan and her, interrupting Stellaβs plea.
"Clucking all day, are you a hen? Your mom is dead, the Grant family kicked you out, and here you are, shamelessly clinging to him, acting like a pure white lotus, thinking all men in the world fall for your act?"
After speaking, she signaled to her sisters.
Her sisters caught on immediately and surrounded Stella.
"Stop embarrassing yourself here, come with us!"
Stella knew well that once she was out of Evanβs sight, the consequences would be unimaginable.
She didnβt want to leave, but Evan showed no attitude, and she couldnβt resist the push of these women, being "escorted" away from the cocktail scene.
This time, Yvonne didnβt cling to Evan, but instead walked out like a queen of justice, nodding to Juliana, "I canβt tolerate a speck of sand in my eye. Iβll 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, Summer 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-something 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 meaningful smile and remarked, "That woman, from the moment she stepped into this venue, fell into your infallible scheme. Mr. Shaw, youβre so adorable, who could have guessed?"
Summer responded with a gentle smile, "If you couldnβt see that, then the person who precisely planned her arrival must impress you even more. President Langley wasted those eyes."
Jared didnβt get angry but sighed instead, "Indeed, you secretly planned to marry off my βdaughterβ to someone else, yet still felt entitled to my kindness."
Summer chuckled lightly, "President Langley doesnβt reflect on his own ability but blames us at Aetherflame for cheating him. Could it be he canβt handle losing?"
Jared didnβt 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, "Youβre wrong. I fear you because I have no confidence in your character. With the disparity in gender strength, if it comes to a physical confrontation, Iβm not your match."
Evan nodded, "Oh, so you fear pain."
Juliana sneered, "Because youβve never treated me as a person, you donβt 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 me once made me wish I were dead..."
At this point, frost already spread across Julianaβs face.
"Iβm human, youβre not. Thatβs why weβre not meant 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 me is on behalf of your stepsister, just say what you want directly. Donβt disgust me with these fake sentiments."
Evan finally reached his limit, and he cornered Juliana against the sink.
"Juliana, I swear to God, Iβve never touched Stella, and my relations with Yvonne were for... "
A hint of unspeakable bitterness crossed his face.
"...one day, youβll understand my intentions."
However, Juliana replied, "The fact that you hurt me repeatedly for Stella, is it true or not? The scars on me, which one wasnβt left by you? These wounds arenβt 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 me, what must I do to untie the knot in your heart?"
