Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 260: Less Talk, More Action

As he finished speaking, Elias Langley suddenly broke into a smile.

"Why are you, a grown man, watching palace dramas for no reason? Go see a psychologist, clear out the demons in your heart."

Then, his smile faded.

"All these years, you’ve been helping Old Mr. Paxton find the Sinclair Family’s heiress and even planted someone by my side. You get the first-hand news even faster than I do. If you haven’t found her whereabouts, how could I?"

"Tsk, when have I ever placed a spy by your side? Don’t falsely accuse me."

Sean Paxton looked innocent.

"My granduncle never tells me everything. If he were willing to disclose even a bit of news about you, I would have found her by now."

"Then continue trying; there’s hope you might find her before I do." Elias Langley’s tone was indifferent.

Sean Paxton fell silent for a few seconds, then spoke with a heartfelt tone.

"Elias, you got Juliana, so give Aetherflame to my granduncle. That’s a fair competition."

"That’s fairness by your Paxton Family’s standards, not mine."

"But don’t forget, back then, when you failed to protect Julian Sinclair and lost critical data, leading to consequences that are still irreparable, it was my granduncle who backed you up, allowing you to have what you have today. Not only are you not grateful, but you’ve also turned against him. Isn’t that a bit ungrateful?"

Elias Langley’s smile deepened as he listened to him.

"Old Mr. Paxton has been so invested in the Sinclair Family’s matters over the years, it reminds me of an old incident. Back when Mr. Sinclair was being hunted, the other side could always cut off his escape route just in advance, as if... they knew all his plans."

"You suspect it was my granduncle? That’s impossible!"

Sean Paxton’s expression suddenly turned serious.

"My cousin and Julian Sinclair were like brothers in life, and because of that connection, my granduncle became friends with Old Mr. Sinclair. How could he have possibly gone after his son’s best friend after my cousin passed? It doesn’t make sense."

Elias Langley said casually, "Just mentioning an old case that’s never been solved, why are you so tense?"

"Such jokes aren’t funny."

Elias Langley curled his lips, "Mr. Sinclair’s attacker must have been someone familiar. As to whom, after so long, it’s still unclear. The Sinclair Family has always been wide open to others, allowing some to exploit them to different values. So, if we’re talking about ungratefulness, some people are much better at accounting than I am."

Sean Paxton’s expression didn’t change, but his index finger on the armrest twitched almost imperceptibly.

Elias Langley stood up and cast a cold gaze upon him.

"Juliana is my wife, and in Kingsford, to make a move on someone I, Elias Langley, have married openly means you know the consequences. Tim Paxton’s matter isn’t over, I’ve noted it down. From now on, whoever dares to lay a hand on her is my enemy."

"Elias, you’re taking this too seriously."

Seeing the conversation get more and more awkward, Sean Paxton stood up.

"I came today just to pass on a message, not expecting to persuade you. Alright, the issues between you and my granduncle, you handle them yourselves. When you have time, ask Miles Monroe out for a drink."

He patted Elias Langley’s shoulder and walked out of the office.

Elias Langley’s gaze gradually sharpened...

In the evening, he indeed received a call from Mrs. Sinclair.

When he arrived at Sinclair Manor, Old Mr. Sinclair wasn’t there.

Mrs. Sinclair had specifically chosen this time; Elias was aware that she didn’t want to make matters bigger.

The study was filled with the faint scent of Calming Incense.

Mrs. Sinclair got straight to the point.

"Elias, Florence and Auden had a fight today. Auden threatened to cancel the engagement, and the reason is your wife. Do you know the relationship between your wife and Auden?"

Elias Langley’s expression didn’t change a bit, "Auden Hughes lived in Kenton during his teens and was classmates with Juliana only in high school, nothing more."

Mrs. Sinclair’s brows were furrowed, "Aren’t you worried there might be something between them?"

Elias Langley’s lips curled slightly, his tone calm yet certain, "I’m still capable enough; Juliana shouldn’t have the mind to think of other men."

Mrs. Sinclair was momentarily taken aback by his words.

"Elias, I’ve watched you grow up. I know you’ve always felt guilty about what happened back then, but you can’t rush into marriage with Juliana because she looks like Helena. Marriage isn’t child’s play; it’s about love, not compensation."

"Madam," Elias Langley’s face was calm, "I married her not because she looks like anyone but because she is Juliana."

Mrs. Sinclair stared at him for a long time, emotions swirling in her eyes, and finally lowered her voice to ask, "Elias, there’s no one else here, tell me the truth, is she... is she my daughter?"

Elias Langley was silent for a moment, a complexity flashed in his eyes.

He lowered his head slightly, "Madam, you also understand that some things cannot be forced. Letting go and accepting things as they come is true relief."

Is he not saying, or is she truly not?

Mrs. Sinclair’s hand on the table trembled slightly.

She took a deep breath, barely managing to steady her emotions before she spoke, "What about my daughter’s memorial? I want you to treat it as if she were still alive; have you done that?"

Elias Langley nodded, "Yes. Always have. Madam, if you have any questions regarding Juliana, you can ask me directly. Tell Marcus to stop; he won’t find anything else, moreover..."

He deliberately paused.

"Florence has hurt my wife. For your sake, this is the last time."

Having said that, Elias Langley left Mrs. Sinclair’s study.

The limousine was parked right at the entrance of Sinclair Manor.

But tonight, something was different.

Zachary York saw him and stayed in the car, not coming out to open the door for him.

Elias Langley raised an eyebrow slightly, reaching out to pull open the rear car door himself.

A familiar figure was nestled in the seat.

As the door opened, Juliana quickly reached out to grab his tie, pulling him into the car.

"President Langley, surprised?"

She straddled his lap, checking to see if he was injured.

Zachary York silently raised the divider and started the car.

Her slender fingers reached the front of his chest, where Elias Langley caught her hand, his voice hoarse, "I’m fine, don’t touch around randomly; the time on the road... isn’t enough."

"I came to pick you up and make sure you weren’t bullied, and you still won’t let me touch you."

As she spoke, she started to get off his lap. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Elias Langley chuckled lowly, held her down, and looked at her as if he was about to draw her in.

"Just sit like this; don’t get down all night."

Juliana felt her ears getting warm...

Graduating from kindergarten, she finally understood his hint.

The next morning, Juliana woke up feeling sore. As she softly groaned, a warm hand was already on her lower back, massaging it gently but effectively.

"Is the lady satisfied with my service?"

The man’s voice, sleepy and hoarse, resounded in her ear.

Juliana remembered last night, feeling nailed down, unable to move, and responded irritably, "Not satisfied, I want to bite someone."

However, the man’s voice turned even more teasing, "Alright, next time you can bite."

Juliana got the hint again, her face turning impossibly red, and she hid it in his chest, grumbling, "I’m not speaking to you anymore, and you don’t speak to me either."

"Mhm, talk less, do more."

"Elias Langley!"

As the two were fooling around, the phone on the bedside table vibrated.

Elias Langley glanced at the screen, his expression tightened, and he gently patted her back before getting up to answer it by the window.

The conversation on the phone was quiet, and despite straining her ears, Juliana couldn’t make out the exact words.

But she did hear the words "Mr. Sinclair," which startled her.

Elias Langley hung up and returned to the bedside, bending down to kiss her forehead softly.

"I need to handle an urgent matter; you need to have breakfast obediently, okay?"

"What’s it about?" Juliana asked deliberately.

Elias Langley chuckled, ruffled her hair, quickly changed his clothes, and left.

Juliana stared at the closed bedroom door as her suspicion regarding "Mr. Sinclair" quietly grew.

Since returning to Kingsford, she hadn’t seen her father. As a national treasure-level chip expert, his whereabouts were always top secret; she had always thought he was at some secret base, engrossed in his work...

She got ready and moved to the dining hall.

Steward Fay was busy elsewhere, and Mrs. Dalton stood by, hands unconsciously rubbing the edge of her apron, looking as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.

Juliana ate a few bites, looked up at her, and asked, "Is there something?"

"Madam, sorry to interrupt your meal. I have a matter to ask for your help?"

Mrs. Dalton’s face showed a troubled expression, but she spoke very simply.

"My daughter is graduating this year and hasn’t found a job yet. Our family is struggling financially. She wants to come to the city to look for a job. You know, in Kingsford, the expenses are high, and she can’t really afford to stay at a hotel... I’m hoping to ask if she could temporarily stay in the servants’ quarters? Just for a few days, once she finds a job, she’ll move out immediately."