Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 300: She Is an Eagle Poised to Soar

On that side, the top floor of The Cardinal Art Club.

Sean Paxton was pouring tea for Dylan Paxton, a confident smile on his face.

"Caleb Shaw has secretly met with several foreign arms industry representatives over the past couple of days, and we’ve caught it all on camera. Very soon, this ’evidence’ will appear online. I just had a new idea..."

He leaned forward slightly, deliberately lowering his voice.

"Taking advantage of Juliana Jacobs’ current involvement in the ’death by persecution’ scandal, why not accuse her of treason and send her to jail, where Kylix Technologies will easily fall into our hands."

Dylan Paxton, sitting in a large armchair, nodded with satisfaction.

"She’s asking for trouble by refusing kindness, thinking she can fight me just because she has Ian Langley backing her—way too naive, way too young. It’s not bad to give her some hardship. Once the ’treason’ charge is settled, not even Elias Langley can save her; let’s have her die in prison."

At this moment, the elevator doors opened, and a secretary hurriedly came in with a tablet.

"Old Mr. Paxton, take a look at the trending news."

Sean Paxton quickly pulled out his phone and began to look.

Juliana Jacobs calling a press conference in front of Isabelle Sinclair’s grave had made headlines.

The originally limited circulation of "persecution" accusations, through her actions, had evolved into a topic of widespread online debate.

And the topic of the "mysterious prisoner death in jail" has further ignited the public’s curiosity.

Netizens are questioning: Could Juliana Jacobs, a mere researcher, truly have such immense power to harm a person in jail, or is there an unspeakable conspiracy behind this?

Dylan Paxton gestured for the secretary to leave, then looked at Sean Paxton with displeasure.

"Look at what you’ve done! Insisting on using such crude tactics to silence someone in prison, now she’s leveraging this to turn the public opinion around! Did you set her up, or did she set you up?"

Sean Paxton was caught off guard by Juliana Jacobs, but he quickly regained his composure.

"This must be a trick Elias Langley suggested to her. But don’t worry, I’ve been prepared for this. The handwriting analysis center where Isabelle Sinclair’s letter is being examined is under our control, and Juliana Jacobs is definitely going to bear the stigma of ’persecuting someone to death.’

"Don’t underestimate anything," Dylan Paxton thought for a moment, "Put a halt to all releases regarding Caleb Shaw’s meetings with foreign arms representatives. She’s currently using Kylix Technologies and a significant reward to place herself in the limelight; any action we take now would be walking into our own trap."

"But I’ve already arranged everything."

Seeing his reluctance, Dylan Paxton spoke sternly, "Don’t be overconfident! Heavy rewards bring brave men. You better go back and examine the incident of silencing Isabelle Sinclair in prison and faking her letter, and deeply check if there are any loose ends. If so, clean it up immediately!"

"Okay."

Sean Paxton felt this was overly cautious on Old Mr. Paxton’s part.

While Juliana Jacobs’ counterattack is unexpected, it has yet to reach a stage where it can fundamentally harm him.

Even though Elias Langley is behind her, she’s not to be feared—they haven’t torn apart yet, there’s still room to maneuver.

His initial intention when dealing with Isabelle Sinclair and framing Juliana Jacobs was to corner Juliana so that Elias Langley couldn’t help, forcing her to seek assistance from him.

Now that the plan has been disrupted, he decides to speed up the steps.

The next morning, Juliana Jacobs woke up naturally and was surprised to find Elias Langley hadn’t gone to work.

"Have you been fired? It’s time to be busy."

Elias Langley chuckled at her words and handed her a cup of honey water.

"You’re out of medicine. Today, I’m accompanying you to the traditional medicine clinic to continue your treatment and you need a hospital reread for your eye."

She had forgotten about these matters.

However, her left eye’s vision is now affecting her depth perception. When observing three-dimensional models, she has lost her usual sense of distance, presenting considerable difficulty for her research work.

This must be dealt with.

"I can go alone," she said, placing the water cup on the bedside table, lifting the quilt to get out of bed, her tone indifferent, "You should go and busy yourself."

However, Elias Langley gently pulled her back, his warm palm resting on her back.

"People say that a husband should accompany them to see a doctor. If I don’t go, they’d be angry, but you don’t need me?"

Juliana Jacobs glanced at the messy bed due to his words and said with a double-edged meaning: "The time when I needed you has passed. Your performance has been fine. Just get by temporarily...it’s just for now."

The man, currently under the consideration period for divorce, his eyes slightly darkened.

However, after breakfast, the two of them left together, using Juliana Jacobs’ car.

First, they went to the hospital to follow up on her eyes, then holding the test results, they went straight to the traditional medicine clinic.

The doctor adjusted the prescription based on her condition, resulting in two large boxes of pills for her.

Back in the car, Juliana Jacobs sighed looking at the heavy medicine box.

"Am I supposed to continue taking these medicines forever as long as I’m alive?"

Elias Langley gently moved the stray hair from her forehead behind her ear, "Of course not, there might be a new treatment plan. When I find out more about it, I’ll tell you. But until results are there, continue to maintain your health."

Juliana Jacobs didn’t respond, turning her gaze to notice Raine Kane looking like she had something to say, so she spoke up: "Just say whatever you’re thinking."

Raine Kane gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Quentin Zane, the expert responsible for analyzing Isabelle Sinclair’s handwriting, worked under Old Mr. Paxton more than a decade ago. Although he seemingly hasn’t had contact with the Paxton Family in recent years, Quentin Zane’s company and Paxton’s companies have close business ties. I suspect this person might be Sean Paxton’s mole."

Her implication was that if this person is being instructed by the Paxton Family, then the route of proving Sinclair’s letter as fake for clearing Juliana Jacobs’ suspicion would be blocked.

"Do you need me to replace him?" Elias Langley looked at Juliana Jacobs.

"No!" Juliana Jacobs rejected decisively, "I’ll fight my own battle."

The satisfaction of taking down Sean Paxton with her own hands is not something to be delegated.

Elias Langley stared at her for a moment.

He understood that she was no longer a fledgling needing protection, but a fully grown eagle ready to soar through the sky, just needing honing.

So he wanted to give her a broader horizon, to keep her by his side.

Elias Langley didn’t insist; he merely pulled out a plain white business card from his inner jacket pocket, signed it, and handed it to Juliana Jacobs.

"Keep it. When you need me, tell me any time."

"Alright." Juliana Jacobs accepted the card, her fingertips brushing against his warm palm, pausing for a moment.

The car first stopped in front of Elias Langley’s office tower, and once he got out of the car, Juliana Jacobs directed Raine Kane to drive to the analysis center. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

She wanted to meet Quentin Zane!

During the journey, Raine Kane glanced several times at the rearview mirror, finally couldn’t resist asking, "Juliana, actually having Mr. Langley directly replace Quentin Zane would be the fastest method. Why don’t you use it?"

Juliana Jacobs gazed out of the window, her eyes bright and clear.

"Elias Langley’s status is my confidence, protecting his wings is adding chips to my own hands, his card should be used at critical times."

Raine Kane took a deep breath, inwardly sighing: A true master strategist.

Soon, the vehicle arrived at the analysis center.

Within the building, security was tight.

Visitors must have a formal appointment or an inside referral to enter.

Just as Raine Kane was about to step forward to negotiate, Juliana Jacobs took out the plain white business card from her handbag, calmly showing the signature on the back to the security personnel.

After careful examination, the other’s expression immediately turned respectful. Not only letting them through but also finding a staff member to guide them.

Elias Langley’s business card allowed them unrestricted access here.

With the staff leading, they walked toward Quentin Zane’s office.

No sooner had Juliana Jacobs reached the door than a cup of scalding water suddenly and without warning was flung out from inside...