Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 285: Because She Is My Wife

Juliana’s pupils contracted slightly. The sea breeze howled, and below was the pitch-black churning sea. Jumping down, even if a lifebuoy was thrown immediately, the hope of survival was extremely slim.

"I’m not joking, Juliana."

As Auden Hughes’ voice fell, the distant sound of a speedboat’s engine suddenly echoed...

The speedboat approached, and the strong light dissipated. Evan Grant’s tall silhouette stood at the bow.

Seeing Auden Hughes so close to her, his face darkened.

"Juliana, come here."

Juliana’s eyes darkened for a moment, responding, "I don’t like making choices from options given by others."

Being forced like this, she still refused to compromise.

Evan Grant was amused by her stubbornness and boarded the yacht.

Auden Hughes immediately stepped forward, blocking him in front of Juliana.

"Chairman Grant is also a figure of significance. Forcing someone at sea, is this appropriate?"

Evan Grant sneered lightly, "Bringing someone out to sea, and threatening to jump if they don’t agree, do you think that’s romantic?"

Auden Hughes’ eyelid twitched, but the embarrassment was fleeting.

"You two are already divorced. I won’t let you touch her again."

Evan Grant chuckled lightly, not even bothering to respond to him.

The bodyguards who boarded the yacht surrounded Auden Hughes swiftly, restraining him.

"Touch me, and think about the consequences!"

Auden Hughes couldn’t break free, his eyes were nearly spitting fire.

Evan Grant ignored him completely, walking directly to Juliana.

"Are you coming with me, or should I carry you?"

Juliana was about to speak when a hand chopped down from behind her.

Instinctively, Evan Grant caught her, looking coldly at the person standing behind Juliana.

Ethan Carter shook his arm, explaining, "Boss, do I even need to ask? She won’t go with you, nor allow you to carry her. I... I didn’t strike hard."

Evan Grant withdrew his icy gaze, picked her up, and walked away.

...

Kingsford.

The night was deep.

Elias Langley’s figure appeared on the top floor of The Cardinal Art Club.

Dylan Paxton sat in his chair, looking at the few yellow body bags on the expensive carpet, his cunning eyes showing no emotion.

"Elias, what is the meaning of this?"

Elias Langley sat straight in the chair, but his tone was as calm as discussing the weather.

"Old Mr. Paxton likes artwork, so I specially brought a few items for you to appreciate."

Dylan Paxton slowly poured himself a cup of tea.

"These ’things’ have tastes that are too crude to be seen here."

Elias Langley’s lips curled into a slight smile.

"The ’H-SP’ pulse pistol, professionals are yet to use it. These people went astray, so I thought it’d be more appropriate for you to discipline them. After all, rules mustn’t be broken."

Dylan Paxton set down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, with his hands folded in front of him.

"You’re still too young. Some things, which appear pleasing, may not last when held for long. Be careful, or you’ll find them scorching."

Elias Langley’s smile did not fade.

"I have a bad short memory. She was startled, and this grudge, I’ve remembered. The person who escaped along with those behind, from now on, will have no peace. Although Old Mr. Paxton is honorable in both age and experience, you’ve also suffered losses at Mr. Sinclair’s hands. You should be very clear about what can be done and what shouldn’t even be thought about."

Dylan Paxton’s face froze for an instant, then returned to normal.

"Elias, don’t speak recklessly about things that lack evidence. Slander entails legal responsibility."

Elias Langley rose.

"Apologies, it’s been so long that perhaps I remembered incorrectly. It wasn’t you who pursued Mr. Sinclair back then. But please keep these ’artifacts’ well. Sorry for disturbing you so late."

Saying this, he turned and headed towards the elevators.

Just as the faint sound signaling the elevator door’s impending opening approached, Dylan Paxton’s voice sounded from behind.

"Elias!"

Elias Langley paused his steps but did not turn around.

Dylan Paxton slowly said, "You’ve gone to such lengths to come here... I’m curious, what makes that woman so special that you’d go so far?"

Elias Langley turned his head back, meeting Dylan Paxton’s probing gaze without a hint of evasion.

"Because she is my wife."

Dylan Paxton laughed, "Is that so? Then you should be more mindful. The ’Genesis’ technology and Sebastian’s past research results attract much attention alike. The principle that one is guilty of holding a treasure, you understand better than I do."

At this moment, the elevator door opened.

Elias Langley did not respond and stepped directly into the elevator,

No matter how hard, I must protect her.

This thought weighed heavily in his heart.

Walking out of the club, Raine Kane approached.

"Did Evan Grant take Juliana away?"

Elias Langley frowned, his back suddenly aching as if it was burning.

His steps faltered briefly, and Raine Kane caught him.

"Sir, let’s go back to the hospital to deal with the wound first, your back has definitely started bleeding again."

Elias Langley’s forehead dripped with sweat, his face cold like ice.

...

As dawn broke, Juliana awoke.

She found herself in an elegant room.

She sprang out of bed with a start.

For this was Evan Grant’s villa in Kenton.

The scenes from the previous night flooded her mind. She hurriedly checked her clothes, which were intact, but she felt a strange unease.

What happened while she was asleep?

"Do you hope something happens between us, or not?"

Evan Grant’s voice suddenly rang out, startling her completely.

Looking towards the sound, he was standing by the window, leisurely holding a cup of coffee.

Juliana got out of bed quickly and questioned warily, "What did you do to me?"

Evan Grant placed his half-drunk coffee on the windowsill, leisurely saying, "If Elias Langley knew you spent the night in my villa, what do you think he would think?"

"Despicable."

Juliana ruffled her hair, turning to leave.

Evan Grant’s eyes darkened, he said indifferently, "Why don’t we test how much he trusts you?"

Juliana paused her steps, gazed back at him, "The matters between us as a couple do not require outside intervention, nor does it need such a boring test."

With that, she reached for the door.

But the door was locked, not budging at all.

"Open the door!"

Juliana turned, glaring angrily at Evan Grant.

Yet, Evan Grant walked up to her slowly, saying, "The temperature outside is low this season. If you go out now, you’ll catch a cold."

Unaccustomed to confronting him so closely, Juliana turned her face away, saying, "I don’t need you to care!"

Evan Grant wasn’t angered; he asked leisurely, "Do you have to keep so hostile against me?"

"What else?" Juliana retorted.

Unexpectedly, Evan Grant chuckled, a self-mocking tone in his laughter.

"So in your heart, I’m destined to be a villain for life."

"Enough talk, let me out!"

Juliana raised her voice, unwilling to deal with him any longer.

At this moment, a commotion vaguely sounded outside the courtyard.

The next second, Ethan Carter’s call came in.

"Chairman Grant, Mr. Langley is here."