Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 251: Juliana Jacobs Is Surprised by His Appearance at This Moment

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Juliana Jacobs Is Surprised by His Appearance at This Moment

Juliana Jacobs’ gaze turned fierce, "So how do you think someone as shrewd as Mason Sheridan ended up in a vegetative state?"

Dylan Paxton was genuinely stunned by her words.

Soon after, his kind face was completely overshadowed by a sinister look.

"Good, very good, I can let you go."

Then, he forced a cold smile, suppressing his anger, his tone still calm.

"When I speak of rules, they must be followed. No one has broken them until now. Tomorrow, you will become my lawful wife, and accidents will soon follow. According to the law, as your husband and sole heir, everything of yours will be perfectly inherited by me, including ’Genesis’."

Juliana’s pupils contracted swiftly; indeed, Kenton was still too small, encountering someone as ruthless as Dylan was truly eye-opening.

At this moment, the elevator door opened with a "ding," and a secretary walked out silently, quickly approaching Dylan Paxton’s side, leaning in to whisper a few words.

The indifference of having everything under control on Dylan’s face slightly faltered, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened imperceptibly.

"Interesting, let him come up."

Within two minutes, the elevator door opened again, and a man who hadn’t been seen for several days emerged.

Juliana was surprised to see him appear at this moment.

Elias Langley’s gaze first swept steadily around the room; seeing Juliana sitting there safely, he felt a weight lift off his chest.

Then he turned his gaze to Dylan Paxton, his voice void of emotion.

"Long time no see, how is Old Mr. Paxton’s health?"

Dylan remained seated, smiling "amiably."

"Not bad, though I’m old and these old bones haven’t scattered yet. You’re in a different position now, and finding time in your busy schedule to boldly come to my little domain really makes this old man feel honored."

As he spoke, Elias had already sat down beside Juliana.

"Old Mr. Paxton jests; you have disciples and old friends all over the world, and so many seek your teachings but find no way in. Today, I was just anxious to visit with my spouse. I hope you can forgive the intrusion."

"Your spouse?"

Dylan’s face just flashed with surprise when he saw Elias pick up the teacup in front of Juliana and take a sip without any awkwardness.

He instantly understood but dared not believe it.

"You two are together?"

Elias smiled, "We got our marriage certificate."

Dylan glanced at Juliana, then returned his gaze to Elias, pulling a smile at the corner of his lips devoid of warmth.

"Last time, when you married into the Sinclair Family, I was too busy to prepare a gift. This time, let me make it up to you with an Ancient Jade Inkstone, symbolizing... unwavering loyalty. You should take it back."

He gave a signal to the secretary, who hurriedly went to fetch it.

"But the Sinclair Family actually agreed for you to marry a woman from another family. This really makes me look at Old Man Sinclair’s pettiness with new eyes."

Elias knew well the hint of provocation in Dylan’s words.

He didn’t respond, just calmly held Juliana’s hand, rising with her.

"We appreciate Old Mr. Paxton’s gesture, but we won’t disturb you any longer today. Goodbye."

With that, he intended to leave.

But Dylan’s voice called from behind, "Wait."

His gaze turned to Juliana, "Have your wife leave the antidote for what’s in the incense."

Elias paused, glancing sideways at Juliana, and as if comprehending something, his lips curved slightly with a tone of helpless indulgence, "My spouse is playful, sorry for letting Old Mr. Paxton see this."

At this point, Dylan finally confirmed that he had been fooled by this little blond girl.

Elias said no more, taking Juliana’s coat from the chair and holding her hand as they headed straight to the elevator.

As they neared the elevator, Dylan’s voice came again, "Elias, your wife’s eyebrows and eyes do bear some resemblance to Mrs. Sinclair."

Elias did not break stride, leading Juliana into the elevator before turning to meet Dylan’s scrutinizing gaze.

"Every time I send samples to Kingsford for testing, I fear the comparison results you get are even more authentic than the ones I receive, aren’t they, Old Mr. Paxton?"

Then, he pressed the down button.

Dylan’s lips tightened abruptly, and the remaining words caught in his throat.

So, he had long been aware but had never exposed it.

Inside the elevator, Juliana tried to pull her hand away, but Elias only held it tighter.

Sudden familiarity greeted them as the elevator opened to reveal the familiar café scene.

They walked out together; they needed to cross the lobby to take the public elevator downstairs.

Juliana noticed Evan Grant hadn’t left.

He stood silently by the table, seemingly waiting for her.

"Let go of me first, I want to say a few words to him."

Elias brushed his fingers over the back of her hand before releasing it.

Juliana approached Evan, who was about to speak, but in the next second, "Slap!"

A sharp slap landed squarely on Evan’s face.

Elias turned his face away, looking elsewhere.

The burning sting spread across Evan’s cheek, his eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.

"Evan Grant, you’re utterly rotten to the core."

Juliana’s voice was low and husky, strained with extreme anger.

"Isaac Grant approached Dylan Paxton to have us both killed. And now you’re kneeling to lick that old man’s boots. Was your pride, your disdain all an act for me?"

Evan frowned at her words.

He wanted to explain, but Juliana continued, "Was sending Mason Sheridan to the Langley Family your scheme too? You think if I suffer at the Langley Family, I’ll remember your kindness? Did you rename yourself Naïve?"

"No, listen, I..."

Evan still looked like he needed to defend himself, but Juliana interrupted, pointing at his nose.

"Because of you, Tim Paxton was sent to Kenton. This blood debt also has your part. Evan Grant, from today, it’s only enmity between us. You’d better pray you don’t fall into my hands."

With that, Juliana turned and headed for the public elevator.

Elias hurried to catch up with her.

As he passed Evan, he didn’t forget to cast a meaningful glance.

Evan ground his molars, loosening his tie, unable to find a place to vent his pent-up anger.

Outside the Cardinal Art Club.

A red flag car awaited at the foot of the steps, with Quinn Shepherd in the driver’s seat.

As Juliana stepped out the door, the night breeze reminded her of something, and she suddenly turned back.

Elias was right behind, about to drape her coat over her.

But her hurried turn sent both coat and herself crashing into his embrace.