Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 315: Juliana, Don’t Be Like This!

When she was 13, she was adopted by this man after only a few months at the children’s home.

Back then, he wasn’t yet known as Samuel Paxton; upon arrival at his "home," she was immediately locked in a dark room.

Several girls in the room, all his "adopted daughters," were covered in wounds; one was already on the verge of death.

It was then that Juliana realized this "foster father" had a secret penchant for young girls—many had withered away at his hands.

Her nightmare began that very night.

Juliana prefers not to recall how she escaped.

Narrowly escaping death, she walked or ran along the highway alone in the cold night, from dusk until dawn, eventually reaching Kenton, dozens of kilometers away...

Although many years have passed and she’s learned to act like a normal person, that part of her past remains like a shadow lurking beneath an iceberg, always buried in her heart, never truly dissipating.

Samuel looked at her with a sinister smile, "This one fits the bill, take her away!"

Juliana was about to escape, but Samuel’s assistant had already stepped forward, capturing her and taking her to a room.

Florence Sinclair followed with a face full of joy.

Because she wanted to ensure that Samuel abused Juliana.

"Is it you?"

Upon entering, Samuel grabbed Juliana by the neck.

"I’ve been looking for you for over a decade, and I never thought you’d be right under my nose!"

Juliana is renowned in the field of new energy, but Samuel refuses to believe that an orphan who once escaped him could achieve such success.

Therefore, even when hearing a name identical to that little girl’s from years ago, it never crossed his mind to investigate.

This room is a suite, the cheapest model of the villa; even if the window were open, it faces a cliff. Escape for Juliana here is certainly impossible.

Upon entering, Florence Sinclair followed Samuel’s assistant to the inner room.

At this moment, he was standing behind the door to the inner room, listening to the conversation outside, unable to be happier.

Juliana is Samuel’s enemy, so she would certainly have a painful end tonight.

"Miss Sinclair, if you’re feeling unsteady, you may want to find a chair to sit on," the assistant said.

"No need, no need."

Florence was so excited that, even though she was weak all over, she kneeled behind the door to listen to the commotion outside.

Juliana spat at Samuel without answering his question.

Samuel’s eyes turned fierce, and he threw her violently to the floor.

With a dull thud, Juliana’s bones nearly shattered, and the pain made it impossible to stand; yet Samuel approached her step by step.

"You bitch, tonight I’m going to ravage you until there’s nothing left."

At this moment, a knock came at the door.

Samuel’s rising excitement was interrupted, and somewhat impatient, he shouted outside, "Can’t you see the ’Do Not Disturb’ sign? Get lost!"

As his voice fell, the other party knocked on the door again.

The assistant hurried out from the inner room, and with Samuel’s permission, stepped forward quickly to unlock the door.

As soon as the door opened, before he could speak, Elias Langley’s long legs were already stepping in.

Step by step, forcing the assistant to keep retreating.

Elias Langley’s gaze fixed on Juliana, who was curled up on the floor, and the atmosphere around him dropped to freezing point.

"Mr. Paxton," he began, his tone so calm it was unnerving, "Did you think about the consequences of laying hands on someone of mine in Kingsford?"

In Samuel’s eyes, a hint of fear flickered and was then replaced by a cold smile.

Feigning ease, he rolled up his sleeves, "Oh, it’s you, Elias. I’m just disciplining an unruly junior, how could I trouble you? This woman has an old grudge with me, even if it reaches my uncle, he has to ask a question first."

He deliberately brought up Dylan Paxton to establish rules for Elias.

Elias walked over to Juliana, helping her sit up, his gentle movements a stark contrast to his cold, hard profile.

Not looking at Samuel, he scoffed coldly, "Even your uncle has to respectfully call my wife Mrs. Langley. If it reaches him, so be it. If the entire Paxton Family operates under such rules, I wonder how much the Paxton Family’s massive ship can bear?"

Samuel’s eyelid twitched at his words.

Elias’s attitude was clear; he didn’t mind blowing things out of proportion. Recent years have tightened enforcement, and though his uncle still wielded power, he behaved more discreetly.

If he knew Samuel publicly fell out with Elias over a woman, surely, he would make Samuel pay dearly.

He might even call back that fool, Sean Paxton.

Having finally cleaned up his image and seated himself as Rhyvion’s president, he couldn’t let this happen.

In the face of interests, hobbies are nothing.

Samuel’s normally gloomy face suddenly transformed into a sycophantic smile.

"Oh my, what a huge misunderstanding. If I had known this was your wife, even with ten times my courage, I wouldn’t dare! See, it’s... it’s all because of Florence Sinclair misleading me. I was simply caught off guard by her."

"No, it’s not like that."

Crawling out from behind the door, Florence Sinclair wanted to explain, but she was powerless; she could only slowly and desperately crawl out.

However, Elias, usually sharp-eared, seemed oblivious to her voice, cradling Juliana in his arms.

"This better be just a misunderstanding."

Elias knew now was not the right time to tangle with Samuel.

One concern was Juliana’s injury, while another was deliberately ignoring Florence Sinclair’s presence, leaving her behind, as he left unapologetically with Juliana.

Watching the prey slip away and forming a rift with Elias, nearly creating a mess with his uncle, a surge of wicked fire rose in Samuel’s heart.

Conveniently, Florence crawled out, and before she could shout "Elias, don’t leave me," Samuel’s gaze was already fixed on her.

"Alright then, you bear some resemblance to her, and I’ve got a belly full of anger to vent, so I’ll take it out on you. The taste of a noble Sinclair Family lady must be exquisite."

Florence never imagined that her intentionally altered face resembling Mrs. Sinclair—the best asset for gaining her favor—would now become her death warrant...

...

"Are you alright?"

Elias couldn’t wait, asking as he carried her to the parking lot.

Juliana found it difficult to speak, clutching his neck, shaking her head.

"If you’re scared, just hold me tighter."

As Elias’s words fell, she buried her face into his neck.

The quarrel tonight was a tacit understanding formed after a glance of mutual understanding.

They had long sensed Florence’s dubious intentions, so when she pursued them, they went along with it, forcing her true motives to the surface.

What surprised Juliana was that after Sean was transferred, Florence swiftly hitched up with Samuel.

And that Samuel turned out to be the pervert from back then.

Recalling Florence’s every action in those days, it was as though she had a strategist familiar with all her weaknesses, orchestrating everything from behind the scenes.

The lingering doubts and psychological trauma blended together, turning her inner world into a chaotic mess.

Elias didn’t take her to a room at the manor hotel but directly brought her home.

All the way, Juliana acted very calmly.

But the calmer she was, the more uneasy Elias felt. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

As soon as the car stopped, Juliana pushed the door open, her steps unsteady, as she walked alone towards the bedroom.

Elias followed closely behind.

As soon as she stepped into the dim room, her foot accidentally tripped, and she fell to the ground.

Yet she didn’t get up but instead retreated sitting to a corner, until her back was against the cold wall, curling up.

She began fervently yanking at her own hair.

"Juliana, don’t do this!"

Elias rushed forward, holding her wrist in distress and urgency, trying to pull her hand away.

But as soon as he touched her wrist, Juliana scratched at him, shouting, "Don’t touch me!"