Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 301: Even Elias Langley Can Only Fight Him to a Draw
"Watch out!"
Seeing the hot water about to splash on Juliana Jacobs, Raine Kane quickly pulled her in front of him.
Then, he stood by the door.
Inside, a man in his forties or fifties had just put down his cup.
Raine Kane walked straight in and kicked over his water dispenser.
In an instant, water spilled all over the floor.
"What are you doing!" The man’s neck veins bulged.
Raine Kane raised an eyebrow, "I’m removing safety hazards for my lady."
"Do you think that with the Langley family backing you, you can do whatever you want?"
Juliana Jacobs walked in from the doorway and said with a faint smile, "Deputy Director Zane, you’re too sensitive. I haven’t even said anything, and you spilled it all yourself."
"Get out!" Quentin Zane’s eyes were stern, "I’m conducting a handwriting analysis on Isabelle Sinclair’s will. According to the rules, I can’t see you!"
"So according to the rules, you can see people from the Paxton Family?"
Quentin Zane gave her a look and turned away.
He didn’t speak, and neither did Juliana Jacobs.
Raine Kane closed the door for them, and the staff who were arranging to clean up the half-flooded room were also stopped.
A full seven or eight minutes passed before Juliana Jacobs spoke softly, "I’m here to see you, regardless of whether it follows the rules, as I didn’t arrange to meet you privately. However, it’s unfortunate that Deputy Director Zane can’t keep things to himself."
"I don’t understand what you’re saying!"
Quentin Zane clearly didn’t want to converse with her, even moving to the window.
"Are you afraid someone is watching you?" Juliana Jacobs asked.
He didn’t respond, and she wasn’t annoyed. She walked over to his desk, glanced over it, and said, "Since you know who I am, let me tell you this—if you have something you can’t say, speak up early, so it doesn’t affect the handwriting analysis results."
Quentin Zane’s eyelid twitched involuntarily.
His heart went through a brief yet intense struggle, which he forcibly suppressed.
"Mrs. Langley, regarding the handwriting analysis of Isabelle Sinclair, I will definitely conduct it strictly to ensure the conclusion is accurate. There’s no need to say more, please leave."
He firmly avoided using the word "certify," and Juliana Jacobs smiled.
"Very well, I’m quite reassured."
After finishing, she slowly left his office.
Back in the car, Raine Kane was puzzled.
"Juliana, you tried to intimidate him; will he really handle things fairly?"
Given the Paxton Family’s influence, she believed Quentin Zane wouldn’t easily double-cross them.
Juliana Jacobs pursed her lips without speaking, and at that moment, her phone rang.
It was Sean Paxton calling.
He wanted to discuss cooperation further and invited her for a face-to-face meeting, at the same private tea room.
Juliana Jacobs set down the phone and chuckled, "News travels fast."
At that tea room, she went to the private room he specified.
When she opened the door, Sean Paxton was elegantly brewing tea.
"President Jacobs seems to have more affairs lately; it’s really not easy to arrange a meeting with you."
Juliana Jacobs smiled faintly, "Isn’t that thanks to Mr. Paxton?"
Sean Paxton poured her a cup of delicate tea with a suitably apologetic tone.
"Ah, I really feel guilty about this. You merely asked me to teach Isabelle Sinclair a lesson in prison, who would’ve thought she’d be so tough, choosing to end it and leaving behind a will; that was really unexpected."
Juliana Jacobs raised an eyebrow, "I don’t understand what Mr. Paxton is talking about."
Sean Paxton looked at her with a puzzled expression.
Juliana Jacobs said lightly, "Isabelle Sinclair was given special care in prison, enjoying a single room with meals different from everyone else, not like someone incarcerated, more like someone on a retreat. In this respect, I indeed feel some unease. But I’m just an ordinary person; what can I do about my grievances?"
"But just now you..."
"I was saying that Old Mr. Paxton and Mr. Paxton hold our ’Genesis’ technology in such high regard, we are truly moved and must expedite our pace to seek partners, fearing any delay might disappoint you both."
Though she expressed her reluctance to cooperate in a polished yet mocking manner, Sean Paxton’s lips twitched.
"However," Juliana Jacobs changed the subject, "regarding Isabelle Sinclair’s will accusing me of persecuting her, there’s no need for Mr. Paxton to worry."
Sean Paxton’s grip on the teacup subtly tightened.
Juliana Jacobs pretended not to notice.
"There must be something wrong with Isabelle Sinclair’s will, so I went to find the expert conducting the handwriting analysis and implored Deputy Director Zane to handle it impartially. However, he implied a reward of ten million wasn’t enough to buy the ’truth’; fortunately, I have some savings, and we had a pleasant chat."
She deliberately stayed in Quentin Zane’s office for about ten minutes, just to keep others guessing what they’d discussed.
Sure enough, Sean Paxton fell for it.
He steadied himself, coldly suggesting, "If that person is dishonest, you should request to change the expert to avoid being misled."
"No worries," Juliana Jacobs set down her teacup, "the environment is like this, and I can’t destroy the rules. Besides, if I were short of money, my husband would provide it, so it’s no big deal."
With that, she smiled.
But after smiling, she suddenly covered her mouth, cautiously asking, "Mr. Paxton, you don’t have a recording device or anything on you, right?"
Sean Paxton’s expression froze, and he immediately waved his hand, "Why would I carry such a thing? Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Upon hearing this, Juliana Jacobs’s brow relaxed, as if relieved.
Then she blinked and asked light-heartedly, "So, is there anything else you need?"
Sean Paxton was momentarily speechless, "Ah?"
Juliana Jacobs stood up, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave. Thank you for the tea; it’s just that the quality of the leaves doesn’t match your skill, not very drinkable."
Sean Paxton, "..."
Juliana Jacobs left the private room with a gentle smile.
As the door closed, Sean Paxton threw the recording pen from under the table onto it, his chest heaving with anger.
He’d hoped to catch her on tape but ended up recording nothing.
Moreover, he hadn’t had the chance to discuss the real business.
Juliana Jacobs had stayed in Quentin Zane’s room for ten minutes, enough to finalize any deal.
The Zane Family’s ungrateful pup, living off the Paxton Family for years and getting fat, now thinks it’s found a new master?
Sean Paxton recalled Quentin Zane’s opportunistic face. He couldn’t gamble, and he didn’t need to.
The truth didn’t matter; potential traitors must be eliminated!
Ha, Juliana Jacobs wanted to contend with him?
Even Elias Langley could only come to a draw with him; did she think she could win?
Sean Paxton picked up his phone, dialed a number, his voice icy cold.
"Quentin Zane is no longer useful, take care of it, leave no traces."
...
Meanwhile, Juliana Jacobs left the evaluation center with Raine Kane.
"Do you think by meeting them separately, Sean Paxton will really believe Quentin Zane betrays him?"
Raine Kane was perplexed about Juliana Jacobs’s mysterious actions today.
Juliana Jacobs sat in the front passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, and exhaled deeply.
"I never expected to reach any result with Quentin Zane. Meeting him and staying for about ten minutes was just for this ’process.’ Sean Paxton is naturally suspicious; once this thorn is planted, let’s see how calm he can remain."
Raine Kane gripped the steering wheel tightly, sighing, "In this world... they can pin crimes on you with a flick of their fingers, but we have to risk everything and strategize carefully just to shed that label. Why is it so hard for ordinary people to prove their innocence?"
Juliana Jacobs gazed at the swiftly passing scenery outside the car window, her profile sharp and composed.
"Let’s go, we’re not going back to the office today. Whether this move works or not will be clear within twenty-four hours. There’s another tough battle ahead, so let’s prepare."
