Juliana Jacobs had never been so embarrassed in her life.

"Sorry, I dialed the wrong number." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

On the other end, Elias Langley came out of the laboratory.

A woman handed him both his coat and phone.

"There’s an even more efficient DNA extraction technique, though it’s still in the exploratory stage and will take some time. Do you want us to give it a try?"

Elias Langley took the coat, "You decide."

He always spoke like that in front of outsiders, his emotions were hard to gauge.

"By the way, you had a call, I answered it," the woman said.

Elias looked at her.

The woman laughed, "They said the tuition you paid during the Dragon Throne Era stock trading could be refunded. I asked if it could be refunded in Gold Ingots, and the person on the other side called me crazy and hung up."

Elias was about to check the call log but put down his phone because of her words.

"Don’t imitate that mad girl."

After a chuckle, the woman asked seriously, "Are you still going to Kenton after you finish?"

Elias pressed his lips together without answering, and the woman immediately understood, "Got it, I won’t ask."

His identity often meant his schedules were confidential.

After leaving the testing center and getting into the car, Elias turned off his phone.

...

On this end, Summer Shaw was astonished.

"Is that woman his wife?"

Juliana Jacobs remained silent.

Summer Shaw covered her mouth, "Will the couple fight because of your call?"

Juliana quickly dispelled her slight disappointment.

"Do you think if they fight, he’d hit back?"

Summer Shaw laughed at her joking words, "If it were someone he liked, he’d definitely be the one kneeling on the keyboard."

Juliana put her phone in her bag and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Summer Shaw asked.

"We have to resolve this ourselves. I’m going to see Mr. Preston."

Summer Shaw’s face lost its smile, "You know he’s a freak, and you still want to see him, are you crazy?"

It seemed Juliana had already made up her mind, "I’m going to the company to find him."

This was everyone’s matter, Summer Shaw insisted on going with her.

The two arrived at Entropy Drive Motors HQ but were stopped by the receptionist.

The young girl, after hearing the company name, was indifferent to them, let alone passing the message on.

"This Mr. Preston predicted we’d come looking for him and is deliberately avoiding us. He’s guilty," Summer Shaw said angrily.

But Juliana wasn’t angry; in fact, she seemed a bit happy.

"We’re the ones bribing him, yet he’s still going to work as usual. What does that tell you?"

Summer Shaw got the hint from her words, "He’s not entirely willing to cooperate, but can’t refuse the higher-ups. There’s a lot of room for negotiation."

Juliana nodded.

"But we can’t even see him now. What should we do?" Summer Shaw asked.

Juliana considered for a moment and went back to the reception, "Hello, may I meet Mr. Preston’s assistant?"

The young girl grew impatient, "How can you be so shameless? I already told you, Mr. Preston won’t see you, and talking to his assistant won’t help."

Juliana, however, didn’t get angry at her words, a smile on her lips, but her words were sharp.

"I’m asking to meet Mr. Preston’s assistant, whether I can see Mr. Preston or not is none of your business. It’s best to listen to advice if you want to go far."

The young girl pretended to be displeased but still called Mr. Preston’s assistant.

In no time, Mr. Preston’s assistant came down personally to dismiss them.

Just as he was about to speak to Juliana, she placed a business card in front of him, "May I see Mr. Preston?"

This business card was given to her by Adrian Langley, initially to meet Lily Windsor, she didn’t expect it to be used a second time.

The assistant’s gaze instantly fixed on the business card.

In their circle, no one didn’t know about the Helios Association.

After confirming the president’s signature, the assistant turned around and used his phone to report.

A minute later.

"Miss Jacobs, Mr. Preston said you can go up alone."

Summer Shaw was about to say something, but Juliana held her back.

"Wait for me in the parking lot."

Summer Shaw understood the deep meaning in her eyes and nodded with pursed lips.

"If you don’t come out in half an hour, I’ll call the police."

The assistant rolled his eyes nearby.

At Mr. Preston’s office, the assistant didn’t go in.

Inside was only Philip Preston.

He certainly loved his wine, even keeping a stash at work.

"Miss Jacobs, you really are extraordinary. No one in the Grant Family is easy to deal with, but you don’t think with just a business card, you can earn favor, do you?"

Juliana detected his frustration at being manipulated and didn’t indulge him, "I don’t seek Mr. Preston’s favor, I only hope you can retract the false accusations against Aetherflame."

Philip Preston’s chubby face twisted into a fake smile, "Words shouldn’t be frivolous, that’s solid evidence provided by Young Master Grant, nothing to do with me."

Juliana sighed, "I understand your reluctance to offend the Grant Family. But George Grant and his son are ruthless. Forced compliance today means tomorrow they might use last night’s events as a perpetual hold over you."

Philip Preston narrowed his crafty eyes, "Before you threaten me, think about whether your company has the Grant Family’s power. For them, it might only be a graze, but for you, it’s potentially devastating."

Juliana sensed the bankruptcy threat against Aetherflame.

Calmly, she nodded, "Aetherflame may not be able to shake Cortexa, but when cornered, even a fight to the death is possible. But you’re different, your foundation is here, and with the Grant Family’s greed, you’ll never find peace."

Philip Preston detected the hint in her words, "What makes you think you can stand against them?"

From her bag, Juliana produced an evidence bag.

Upon seeing the bag, with traces of powder residue, Philip Preston’s face darkened instantly.

Juliana explained, "It’s got Isaac Grant’s fingerprints on it, which might not prove much, but it can show we’re the victims."

After a long silence, Philip Preston finally shed some of his superior demeanor.

"I will tell the supervision bureau... I don’t remember what happened last night."

"No," Juliana pressed down firmly on the evidence bag with her fingers, "I want you to say clearly that it was all a misunderstanding."

Philip Preston’s eyes turned cold, lowering his voice, "Impossible. I won’t do anything that damages my reputation, don’t push me."

Juliana said nothing, merely fixing him with an unwavering, stubborn gaze.

The oppressive silence permeated the air.

After a pause, Philip Preston suddenly laughed.

He had his assistant bring a goblet capable of holding six liters of liquid and poured all the wine from the collection cabinet into it.

"Drink it all, and I’ll immediately call the supervision bureau, admitting I said it all in a drunken stupor."