Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: By Any Means Necessary, Drag Juliana Jacobs Down from the Clouds

She whispered a report, just as Juliana was about to speak, Elias Langley caught up and draped his coat over her shoulders.

"Whatever you have to say, say it in the car."

Without waiting for Juliana to react, he took her into the car.

Raine Kane got into the passenger seat and took out a small, transparent bag.

"Here, this is Clara Fairchild’s hair; I swapped it with yours."

Juliana didn’t take it, just said calmly, "Dispose of this filthy thing."

Raine Kane nodded, seeing Elias Langley put his arm around Juliana’s shoulder, she turned away and raised the partition.

"Accelerating the plan without giving me a heads-up, testing my improvisation skills deliberately?"

Elias Langley spoke as he moved closer to her.

But Juliana remained indifferent to his approach, her tone also very cold.

"You brought Clara Fairchild to the charity dinner and didn’t tell me either?"

Her gaze turned to the window, her voice flat and yet seemingly hiding tiny thorns.

Elias Langley felt a sting from her words, yet he was pleasantly comfortable.

She cared about him, which was why she was so concerned about Clara Fairchild’s presence.

The man’s slender fingers gently brushed the strands of hair scattered by her cheeks, his eyes full of deep affection.

"I’m sorry."

Juliana was stunned for a moment, almost not understanding why he said that.

Elias Langley’s gaze was calm, his voice solemn like never before.

"Whether preparing Clara Fairchild as a chess piece or taking her to the dinner, for me, it’s all just part of the action, necessary procedures to achieve a goal. But I neglected your feelings because of this, I... I will change."

For over a decade, his profession determined his way of handling things.

Secrecy was not a choice, but an instinct etched into the bone.

And Juliana could understand this, but the sadness he caused was real and hard to eliminate.

"Juliana, in my world, every action has a code, everything is a mission. Every person I encounter, every matter I deal with, even every expression I show is meticulously calculated programming, except for my feelings towards you."

Juliana’s heart was lightly bumped, stirring tiny ripples.

But when she looked up again, her words were still barbed.

"Mr. Langley completed this mission cleanly, and his sweet talk was on point, I give him a ten."

"You..."

Seeing her unreasonable stance, Elias Langley suddenly cupped her face, sealing it with a kiss, declaring with his hand, making her melt in his arms...

Just a day later, the two were having breakfast.

Caleb Donovan walked into the dining hall with his arm in a sling.

"Sir, at four a.m., Miss Fairchild was taken at her residence by a group of unidentified people, I...did my utmost but couldn’t ’rescue’ her."

Elias Langley served Juliana a piece of chicken, his gaze falling on Caleb Donovan’s injured arm, asking, "Is it serious?"

Caleb Donovan lowered his head, "To make it convincing, I had to draw blood, but the wound is not deep, it’s alright."

"Then take a good few days to rest, afterwards focus on Mr. Sinclair again."

Caleb Donovan nodded and retreated.

After finishing breakfast, they both walked to the front porch.

Elias Langley’s gaze turned to Juliana, "The spies tracking you have been eliminated, but Clara Fairchild’s endurance won’t last long, I’ll speed things up on my end to settle Dylan Paxton soon."

Juliana naturally extended her hand to adjust his already crisp collar.

"Losing the U-Pan from my father’s hand back then, you were also wearing a criminal mark, it was Dylan Paxton who protected you, now you want to move him without that critical U-Pan, won’t it be too difficult?"

Elias Langley took the opportunity to envelop her cool hand within his palm.

"Difficult or not, haven’t I done it for over ten years now? My biggest concern earlier was if you were alive but fell into his hands, I’d be cautious. But now you’re beside me, I can act freely."

He didn’t mention the U-Pan, just placing all his thoughts on her.

Juliana lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

Elias Langley couldn’t help himself, lightly pinching her smooth and delicate cheek.

"Once this ends, we’ll find your mother; she knows ways to mend your health."

Hearing they’d seek Mrs. Sinclair, Juliana’s face stiffened briefly.

"Her daughters are Isabelle Sinclair and Florence Sinclair, I have... no relation to her."

The wounds were too deep to forgive.

Elias Langley smiled and tapped her palm.

"Langley men aren’t inherently infertile, just the bloodline is special, only by finding a genetically compatible partner can one conceive descendants. But your mother got your grandpa’s true legacy, able to break such bloodline barriers, unless..."

His voice turned husky.

"...don’t you want a child of our own?"

Juliana’s cheeks instantly flushed.

...

After the DNA report "proved" Clara Fairchild was Sebastian Sinclair’s daughter, Sean Paxton swiftly "snatched" her from Elias Langley’s hand and presented her as a "meritorious gift" to Dylan Paxton.

Dylan Paxton had his own set of interrogation methods: offer some sweet benefits, and if the person didn’t know how to appreciate it, torture would follow.

In just two or three days, Clara Fairchild tasted all the "sweet benefits" and entered the second step.

Despite her hoarse and desperate arguing that she was from Kenton, had biological parents, not Sebastian Sinclair’s daughter.

Such statements seemed like worthless excuses and deathbed struggles to the interrogators.

As consciousness blurred, she suddenly recalled Elias Langley once mentioned a very important "treasure" hidden at a place called "Ming Wan".

She grasped at the last straw of hope, intermittently speaking out the words "Ming Wan".

"Ming Wan?" The interrogator squinted, pressing her, "Ming Wan Road, Ming Wan Alley, or Ming Wan Street? Which city? Which district? Speak clearly!"

Clara Fairchild had no idea more specifics; she stammered, unable to provide a definite answer.

The interrogator completely lost patience, brandishing the iron brush in his hand.

"I think you’re drinking a toast to the penalty, making a fool out of me!"

Next, more brutal torment followed quickly...

Meanwhile, it finally came the day Florence Sinclair could be discharged.

During this most excruciating period, her fiancé Auden Hughes had not appeared since accompanying Nathan Carter that day.

Neither had any elders from the Hughes Family come to visit.

This deliberate cold treatment, though unsaid, the attitude was quite clear,

The Hughes Family was extremely resentful of her "loss of honor" and having her uterus removed.

After discharge, Florence Sinclair could only return to the Sinclair Family.

Though still the second Miss of the Sinclair Family, her mother was no longer as affectionate as before.

This gave Florence a huge sense of crisis.

And she placed all the blame on Juliana.

She picked up the phone and sent a message to her strategist: "I want Juliana dead, give me a practical plan."

Before long, her strategist replied.

"With Elias Langley protecting her, you can’t touch Juliana. To break the situation, there’s only one way: make Elias Langley hate her. The fastest way to make a man hate a woman is to make him firmly believe she cheated."

Florence Sinclair looked at the reply, her face darkened.

Hadn’t she thought about trying this route?

But she hadn’t succeeded.

Seeing her not reply, the strategist sent another encouraging message.

"You can’t win against Juliana, don’t forget, not only Auden Hughes, even your foster parents will discard you like rubbish. You’ll just wait to be reverted back to your original form, rolled back into your slums, an orphan!"

Florence Sinclair clenched her fingers tightly.

She couldn’t, couldn’t lose it all.

She would at all costs, drag Juliana down from the clouds!

Yes, at all costs, including Auden Hughes!

Thinking of this, she picked up her phone again, sending Juliana a message.

"Juliana, I’m having a hard time, your friend won’t be able to survive; the patent rights for cell-based heart transplant technology are split between Auden Hughes and me. Without my approval, your friend can’t undergo surgery. Now, do you want to continue as Mrs. Langley or save your best friend’s life, choose one!"