After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 173

Percy’s seemingly diplomatic comment was meant to ease the tension.

But everyone present was too shrewd to miss the subtext–Percy was subtly criticizing Julian.

Saul was William Tudor’s contemporary, and even William would have shown him proper respect. Yet Julian was disregarding Saul’s gesture for the sake of a

woman.

Julian smiled faintly and placed the glass in front of Percy. “Mr. Adams, you understand me so well. Since that’s the case, perhaps you would drink this on

my behalf.”

A stunned silence fell over the table.

Julian’s move had caught everyone off guard.

Louisa couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, though she quickly concealed it.

The others didn’t notice, but Julian, sitting beside her, heard it clearly. He shot her a warning look.

Louisa returned a helpless smile.

Percy stared awkwardly at the glass, inwardly cursing, Julian, you shameless brat.‘

But Julian was his boss, after all. His boss was injured and couldn’t drink, and had specifically asked him to take the glass. What choice did he have?

Reluctantly, Percy took the glass and downed it in one gulp, his face flushing red.

Caden gave him an apologetic look. Things had deteriorated to this point all because of the joint project between the Capulet Group and the Price Group.

His father had already contacted several friends who, together, could have provided the necessary investment.

But the scandal between the Capulet and Price Groups, combined with George’s refusal to agree to the arranged marriage, had made these potential investors wary. It was a substantial sum, and no one was willing to risk it lightly.

Only Julian could rescue them from this predicament. Caden had visited Tudor Group Building several times but never managed to meet Julian.

In desperation, he’d bumped into Saul at a recent event and asked him to arrange this meeting.

For added insurance, he’d enlisted Percy’s support, hoping it would increase his chances.,

But Julian, despite his polished exterior, clearly cared little for social niceties. He’d even disregarded the longstanding relationship between the Tudor and McCarthy families to protect Louisa.

He wouldn’t even let her drink for him–the level of protection was telling.

Had Julian truly fallen under Louisa’s spell? Caden couldn’t help glancing at George.

Saul laughed, attempting to salvage the situation. With an injury, you certainly shouldn’t drink.”

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He signaled his secretary to back off. William would eventually step down, and Julian was already in control of Tudor Group. There was no benefit in

antagonizing him.

Besides, Saul hadn’t arranged this meeting purely as a favor. He’d hoped to earn goodwill from both the Capulet and Price Groups while simultaneously assessing Julian’s management style–a win–win situation.

Now it seemed Julian’s approach was utterly unpredictable.

“Mr. McCarthy,” Julian finally said, “you didn’t mention you’d be bringing friends when you invited me. That’s something you should have disclosed.

His smile was polite, but his eyes were glacial. He was clearly displeased with Saul’s maneuvering.

Saul, ever the old fox, pretended not to understand. ‘I meant to tell you in advance, but I was afraid you wouldn’t come. Look at the situation–Mr. Price has

been worried sick about this project.”

Caden, no amateur himself, seized the opening. “Mr. Tudor, regarding the loan for the project, I understand recent events have caused you to have reservations. I can assure you that none of those issues will affect the project’s progress.

“Mr. Capulet and I absolutely won’t allow any further problems. We hope you’ll give us another chance.”

As he spoke, he maintained a deferential smile.

George sat silently beside him, his face cold and expressionless. Caden hadn’t expected him to contribute anyway.

Julian maintained his detached demeanor throughout, appearing to listen while simultaneously seeming completely disengaged.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and gazed at the liquid. “Mr. Capulet, do you have nothing to say?” he asked casually.

As he set down his cup, his beautiful eyes lifted slightly to rest on George’s face.

Instantly, an invisible pressure filled the private room.

George met his gaze fearlessly, shooting back a murderous glare. In that moment of eye contact, the chill in the air gave way to palpable tension.

Caden grew increasingly nervous, afraid George might lose control again.

He discreetly pressed down on George’s arm. “George,” he warned quietly.

The unspoken message was clear: don’t act impulsively. Their project’s future hung in the balance.

George’s icy gaze finally shifted from Julian to Louisa. The hostility in his expression gradually melted into something like wounded betrayal–as if she had deceived him, taken his money, and run off with Julian.

Louisa was bewildered by his reaction. Had George lost his mind?

Finally, George looked back at Julian, suppressing his turbulent emotions. “What Mr. Price said reflects my position as well.”

Julian smiled slightly. “And what did Mr. Price say? I’m sorry, my memory isn’t the best. Perhaps you could repeat it.”

George fell silent, clenching his fists tightly. Was Julian trying to force him to beg? Never. That was absolutely impossible.

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He stood up abruptly, ready to walk out.

Caden quickly rose to stop him, his eyes pleading, Stay calm. Don’t do anything rash.”

George contained his fury but remained silent.

Percy, sensing disaster, intervened. “Mr. Tudor, the project has been reassessed and found to be sound. Mr. William Tudor has also indicated that he’ll support whatever decision you make.

“Mr. Price and Mr. Capulet have shown good faith by coming here today. Perhaps you could give them another chance?”

“Good faith?” Julian glanced at George, who was still being restrained by Caden, and shook his head. “I don’t see it.”

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