Chapter 912

“Alright, I’ll give you the phone when you’re ready to leave.”

“Lata…”

“I’m doing this for your good. If Drake searches your room and finds the phone, we’re both dead. I’m just trying to save our lives. I hope you understand.”

“Alright, but you keep the phone safe. Don’t let anything happen to it.”

“I’ll guard it with my life.”

Lara then left the room.

The night deepened. In his study room, Garland was whining, “I’m not studying anymore. I quit.”

“Familiarize yourself with the stock distribution, analyze market prospects, provide evidence, and give a detailed explanation of the recent financial reports. I want to see the problems, strengths, and weaknesses of the Eaton family,” Juan said, leaning casually against the sofa and dodging a thrown pillow.

He sounded like it was an easy task. Closing his book, he added, “Once you’re done with all that, you can go to bed.”

Garland was on the verge of a breakdown. “Bro, come on. How am I supposed to finish all this in one night? When you say ‘go to bed,’ do you mean tomorrow night?”

Juan glanced at his watch. “Not one night, one hour. I’m going to bed soon.”

“One hour?” Garland choked on the words, his face turning red with anger. “Can you even finish this homework yourself?”

“I know the Eaton family like the back of my hand. I don’t need an hour,” Juan replied nonchalantly.

“I don’t believe it. Our businesses are vast. You can remember all of them?” Garland challenged.

“Let me ask you something. What’s one plus one?” Juan asked.

“Two,” Garland replied.

“Exactly. As simple as that for me,” Juan said, sipping his tea.

Garland had never seen someone so full of themselves. “If you’re so great, why do you need our help?”

Juan poured himself another cup of tea. “You have 58 minutes left. If you don’t finish, you won’t be sleeping tonight.”

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“You’re ruthless, even more so than Fermin. You two should be brothers. Why don’t you just be Fermin? You’d be a better fit than me,” Garland grumbled, taking the pen out of his mouth. “By the way, who is this person you want to protect?”

“57 minutes,” Juan said, ignoring the question.

“Come on, I really want to know. Maybe I know them,” Garland persisted.

Juan remained silent, and Garland guessed, “I bet it’s your wife. Shelia, that fake heiress?”

Juan paused from lifting his cup.

The recent scandal involving the Blair family’s fake heiress rocked Seamar City. The real heiress had been involved in prostitution and imprisonment, while the fake heiress had married Juan, causing a massive uproar.

Garland continued, “It really is her? I heard she’s a killer and has impersonated others multiple times. How could you like someone like that?”

“It’s not her,” Juan finally said.

“Not her? Then who? Are you having another affair?” Garland asked, his eyes widening.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack as Juan’s cup shattered in his hand.

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