novelraw Chapter 33: Mrs. Grant, You Have a Fantastic Figure
Chapter 33: Mrs. Grant, You Have a Fantastic Figure
"Has Chief Wyatt maintained his prison connections?"Juliana Jacobs unexpectedly splashed a faceful of water on the other person.
"You flirty thing, got some nerve, huh?"
Desmond Wyatt retaliated by throwing his teacup at Juliana, angrily standing up.
The teacup hit Juliana’s hand heavily, leaving a bruise.
The village chief, mindful of Juliana’s status, quickly advised, "Second brother, women need discipline, don’t waste your time on her."
Desmond Wyatt knew that Juliana, appearing here today as Mrs. Grant, shouldn’t be touched.
But there’s no woman who dares to be arrogant with him yet.
"Right, this should involve her husband. I want to see if her husband would give up business interests for such a foolish woman."
Juliana gritted her teeth, putting on a faint smile, "Will his signature be of any use?"
Desmond Wyatt’s brother retorted, "You’ll see if it works," and left.
Juliana’s barely straightened back slumped down.
Actually, if it came down to her or the group interests, she believed Evan Grant would choose the latter without hesitation.
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When Juliana returned to Platinum Bay in the evening, Evan had arrived ten minutes earlier.
Stella was dragging him to the living room, insisting he finish his fruit before heading to the study.
Evan had been agitated recently because of Juliana’s antics.
As he was eating, Juliana walked in.
Glancing at the two people close together on the sofa, she intended to head upstairs when Evan called out, "Stop."
The man’s mood was foul, his voice sharp.
Juliana halted, turning to him, "Showing off affection needs an audience, or you lose interest?"
Evan’s face darkened.
Stella hurriedly got up, "Sister-in-law, I also prepared some fruit for you, wait, I’ll get it."
Juliana snickered, "No need, I’m scared you might poison it, I don’t dare eat."
Stella was stuck, feeling awkward whether to leave or stay.han reported later, she happened to be there, and Evan didn’t ask her to avoid the conversation, so she knew the whole sequence.
Getting Juliana to sign the reconciliation was a win-win solution.
But Evan didn’t respond to her words.
Stella wisely didn’t disturb further.
Before leaving the study, she left one sentence.
"If sister-in-law has you in her heart, she’ll think of you."
The reason she said this was because she was confident Juliana would never back down.
The next day, when Juliana got downstairs, Evan hadn’t left yet.
Ethan was also there.
The atmosphere in the living room was heavy.
"Because the Linton Family’s reconciliation letter was obtained, Jason Wyatt was already released on bail. Desmond’s idea is that his nephew’s hands are already ruined, they won’t pursue further if Mrs. Grant also signs the reconciliation, it’ll be done, and the new project’s contract in the district will be approved today."
Evan said nothing, but Stella looked furious.
"The Wyatts initiated the trouble with sister-in-law, sister-in-law was taken advantage of by so many, how can they still have the face to threaten my brother?"
Her words, each one prompting Juliana to recall the night she was surrounded by a group of thugs.
Even though the bodyguard quickly arrived, she still suffered.
The mere thought of it leaves her infuriated.
Ethan whispered to Evan, "Desmond Wyatt is infertile, Jason Wyatt is the sole heir, he must go all out to keep his nephew’s record clean, or else there will be no one to take over the Wyatt Family in the future. He says if you agree, go to ’Rainfall Pavilion’ to sign the reconciliation."
Evan closed his eyes briefly, stood up, and pulled Juliana’s wrist to take her away.
Rainfall Pavilion, private room.
Jason Wyatt was also there.
Desmond Wyatt, smugly glancing at Juliana, and then with a servile smile, stood up,
"Sorry to trouble you, President Grant, sincerely apologetic."
Evan ignored his handshake, sitting across from him.
Desmond Wyatt was left embarrassed, having been snubbed.
But since they brought people here to sign, there’s no point in souring relations.
"This matter is my nephew’s fault, I’ll have him apologize to Mrs. Grant. President Grant, you’re a person of great moral standing, worth a deep friendship."
Evan’s face showed no expression, "Just because you praise me, I should play along with your agenda?"
Desmond Wyatt was taken aback, weren’t they here to sign a reconciliation agreement?
Ethan was sweating, as President Grant’s refusal for his wife’s sake would tank the project.
Desmond, after a brief contemplation, still signaled to his nephew, "Quick, apologize to Mrs. Grant."
Jason Wyatt stood in front of Juliana, sporting a big yellow toothed grin, and gazed at her with mocking eyes.
"Mrs. Grant, you have such a good figure, I failed to recognize someone of your stature, my apologies."
His words were full of disrespect.
Juliana glanced at Evan, the man’s face remained emotionless.
Lowering her gaze, she picked up the reconciliation agreement on the table.
From Platinum Bay to the teahouse, she had thought it through.
Signing would be unfair to herself.
Not signing, and it would be what Stella hoped for.
After weighing options multiple times, despite her reluctance, she still had to sign.
Jason, witnessing her submission, laughed, "Actually, this can’t be completely blamed on me and the brothers. Mrs. Grant is so soft, touching her is enchanting for any man, impossible to control."
His words were so coarse that even Ethan couldn’t stand it.
"Mr. Wyatt, did you leave your manners in the detention center when you got bailed out?"
Jason, even more shameless, said, "Do you all want to hear refined words? I get it. Women are meant to serve men. With Mrs. Grant’s curves, she must be more intoxicating than the top girl at The Veridian Club."
After finishing, he laughed out loud.