Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 280: The Item Sebastian Sinclair Gave Her Years Ago
Seeing him speak about his wife in such a manner, Elias Langley decided not to bother with her feelings any longer.
"Isabelle Sinclair had definitely been to your hospital room. She’s very familiar with the layout of this floor and what your room looked like. Even if someone tampered with the elevator to make it go to the 21st floor and disguised everything perfectly, she should have noticed. Yet... she was ’coincidentally’ kidnapped too. Once we find her, I must get to the bottom of this."
Mrs. Sinclair’s breath caught at his words, and her lips trembled, but she couldn’t utter a word.
Elias Langley, his face stern, repeated back to her the very words she had said to him earlier.
"Isabelle approached her under the guise of your critical condition; otherwise, Juliana wouldn’t have fallen for it. Don’t let the sentiment of mother-daughter affection blind you. At this crucial moment, with Mr. Sinclair unable to oversee matters and the Sinclair Family in turmoil, I urge you to stay clear-headed."
As soon as he finished speaking, an urgent report came through his earpiece from his subordinate.
"Sir, we have located the lady’s position."
Elias Langley’s eyes sharpened; he no longer paid any attention to Mrs. Sinclair and immediately stormed out.
Mrs. Sinclair was left stunned, her hands clutching the sheets tightly.
Florence Sinclair was waiting at the ward entrance but couldn’t eavesdrop due to Raine Kane’s presence.
Seeing Elias Langley come out with a cold expression, she wanted to approach him for answers, but he hurried away.
She turned and rushed back into the ward, only to find her mother again unwilling to say anything.
Florence Sinclair dug her fingernails hard into her palms. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
No, they won’t find out, they have no evidence.
...
In the suburbs, at an abandoned construction site.
Juliana Jacobs regained consciousness amidst violent jolts and painful impacts.
Her nape throbbed dully, with the pungent taste of chemical agents still lingering in her mouth.
Isabelle Sinclair’s scream snapped her back to full alertness.
"It hurts! What do you idiots think you’re doing?"
Isabelle had never been thrown to the ground like cargo before; she felt as though her shoulder might fracture.
She cursed inwardly: Had these bastards forgotten the previous agreement to torment Juliana?
The masked kidnappers ignored her and instead surrounded Juliana.
The lead kidnapper took out a photo, scrutinizing it closely.
"Did we kidnap the wrong person?"
Another kidnapper stepped forward and ripped the tape from Juliana’s mouth.
"Look, it’s definitely her."
Juliana gasped for air, suppressing her fear and trying to stay calm while observing their actions.
Once certain, the lead kidnapper nodded.
"If that’s the case, then she’s useless. Get rid of her."
One of the kidnappers immediately walked toward Isabelle Sinclair.
Isabelle panicked at once; this was not the script she had conjured up.
Moreover, these people were burly and menacing, unlike actors at all.
Desperate to stop pretending, she shouted, "What are you doing? I’m the one who hired you! I’ve already paid half of the money. We agreed it was just an act, to frame the kidnapping on Juliana. Are you trying to double-cross me?"
Her words echoed clearly in the empty shell of a building.
The approaching kidnapper, a bit thinner, was the same person who had disguised himself as a nurse to lead them to the hospital room.
He ignored Isabelle’s questions, let out a cold laugh, and then punched her hard in the face.
Isabelle didn’t have time to utter a sound before collapsing to the ground, losing consciousness.
All attention shifted back to Juliana Jacobs.
The lead kidnapper squatted down, stared Juliana in the face, and asked, "Are you Helena Sinclair?"
Juliana sealed her lips tight, refusing to answer.
The kidnapper gripped her chin and pressed on, "Tell me, the item Sebastian Sinclair left with you all those years ago, where is it?"
Juliana’s heart trembled.
Could it be that Elias Langley and those people had been searching for her all these years because her father left something with her?
Yet she had no recollection of it,
She forcibly suppressed the turmoil within and calmly replied, "I am not Helena Sinclair, and I don’t know what you’re talking about!"
"You refuse to admit it?" The lead kidnapper, losing patience, signaled to his men, "Help her remember it well!"
One of the kidnappers pulled out a knife, its cold glint pressing close to Juliana’s face.
"I’ve seen plenty of women like you, shedding tears only after seeing the coffin. If you don’t speak, I’ll carve the word ’bitch’ on your face!"
At this critical moment, the sound of engines roaring and screeching brakes echoed from the entrance of the site.
The kidnappers were slightly stunned.
"Police! To those inside, you are surrounded. Release the hostages immediately and strive for lenient treatment!"
The megaphone’s voice reverberated, leaving the group somewhat bewildered.
"Boss, how did they find this place?"
The lead kidnapper remained exceptionally clear-headed, "Elias Langley led the team, of course, he’d come. However, I didn’t expect him to be this fast."
He suddenly turned his gaze to Juliana, his eyes sharp behind the mask.
Whether infuriated or not, he suddenly pulled out an H-SP, aiming it at Juliana.
"Do you have a tracker on you?"
Juliana didn’t respond, but he quickly approached and smashed the gun butt against her previously injured head.
"Ugh!"
A wave of excruciating pain hit, causing Juliana to briefly black out and nearly collapse to the ground.
The miniature transmitter, disguised as a black hairpin, fell onto the cement floor with a faint "click."
The lead kidnapper bent down to pick it up and, with just one glance, his face twitched violently, becoming eerily cold and menacing.
"Real-time transmission? Excellent, very excellent! I can’t believe I was tricked by this woman!"
He immediately understood that this was the reason for their exposure and Juliana’s confidence in walking into the trap.
She had always been wary of Isabelle Sinclair, leaving this fatal backup measure.
The men beside him turned pale with shock.
"Boss! Everything we’ve said and done was recorded?"
"Calm down!"
The lead kidnapper forced himself to stay composed, his eyes flashing with malice.
"There are traps set outside. They’ll need to be lucky to get in!"
As if confirming his words, a loud "boom" reverberated outside, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
It was clear outsiders were trying to break in and had triggered the explosives they had planted.
The lead kidnapper grabbed Juliana by the hair, forcing her to look up, and sneered, "Hear that? Even if Elias Langley comes, he’s walking into his death!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a helicopter’s hovering could be heard from the rooftop.
Before he could issue any commands, Elias Langley’s figure appeared on the stairs.
"Release my people."
The man descended each step with a voice that was not loud yet filled with indisputable authority.
The lead kidnapper seized Juliana, pressing the H-SP against her temple, while another accomplice dragged the unconscious Isabelle Sinclair as a hostage.
"Stop pretending to be righteous here; don’t you also want the item from this woman? How about we collaborate and pry open her mouth? What do you say?"
Juliana’s head was spinning, and she felt nauseous from a concussion.
She couldn’t see Elias Langley’s expression but heard the kidnapper’s words clearly.
Elias Langley’s gaze swept over Juliana’s pale face, eventually landing back on the lead kidnapper without a hint of emotion.
"I never negotiate with threats, nor do I collaborate with rodents."
"So, you have found the real Helena Sinclair?"
The lead kidnapper tightened his grip on the H-SP.
Elias Langley’s eyes darkened slightly, "I don’t know where she is. I’m only here to rescue hostages. You will face certain death if you fail in your mission, but I can offer you enough money to vanish without a trace."
"Money?" The lead kidnapper laughed as if hearing the most ridiculous joke, "We’re not after money! So, if you won’t drink the toast..."
He pulled out a metal vest adorned with dense wiring and blocks of explosives.
"I’ve prepared a gift for you. Both these women are yours, but only one gets to ’experience’ it. You choose one."
