Elias Langley and the person sitting opposite him were both silent.
Juliana Jacobs limped over to the man who had rolled on the ground and pressed his neck with her cane.
"Did you think my foot mobility would make easy prey today?"
"Ryan Warner, let tell you, back when you and Quentin Quinn academically kidnapped from both sides, I didn’t kill you because I didn’t have the capability."
"Now, I’ve set this trap with the new energy heavy-duty truck battery just to lure you in. With that scrap of your battery, passing the inspection line is re luck. Only an idiot would treat it as treasure."
"If you’re content to be a pawn of Quentin Quinn, then be a good one. I’ll just wait and watch you be ruined in his hands."
Ryan Warner lay on the ground, afraid to get up, fearing she might actually pierce his throat with her cane.
"No wonder Evan Grant doesn’t want you, you’re just a..."
He couldn’t finish his sentence before Juliana’s cane pressed against his mouth.
"What I am is none of your business. Let tell you, the data you forced to leave in the lab when I graduated was wrong. Obey your teacher well and serve Evan Grant. I’m waiting to see the great achievents of your ntorship duo."
After Juliana finished speaking, she noticed Quinn Shepherd standing nearby.
Looking into the opposite private room, she saw the composed Elias Langley and...
Juliana quickly averted her gaze, as if startled by them, gently patting her chest.
At this mont, the owner rushed over.
Seeing Juliana’s impaired leg and then looking at the man lying on the ground dressed like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, the owner was montarily at a loss about whom to ask if the police were needed.
"This... these damages, do you think..."
Ryan Warner waved his hand at the boss from the ground, "No need to call the police, help up, I’ll cover the losses."
Juliana did not accept his gesture and just gave him a cold glance before turning to leave.
Ryan Warner called out unwillingly, "Juliana, you ruined his daughter; Quentin Quinn won’t let this slide. Without partnering with , you’re on a dead-end path."
But Juliana ignored him.
Quinn Shepherd closed the door to the private room.
"If that girl’s leg was a bit better, she might have fought her way into The Empyrean Palace," Miles Monroe chuckled, sitting across from Elias Langley.
Elias Langley partially lifted his eyelids, "Do you know her?"
Being a psychologist that values professional ethics, Miles Monroe would not reveal patient’s privacy.
"She’s pretty impressive, with cunning, skills, and looks. Haven’t you always been looking for this kind of research talent? Why not pursue her?"
Elias Langley wiped his mouth, stood up, "Thanks for the treat, Mr. Monroe, but the taste here isn’t all that great."
Miles Monroe stood up after him, "Did I say I’d treat you? Wasn’t it you who invited ?"
Elias Langley seed not to hear him and walked out. As he passed the hallway, he intentionally glanced at the man getting up from the ground.
Ultimately, Miles Monroe paid the bill for the al.
At the entrance, Quinn Shepherd had already driven the car over.
When he noticed Elias smiling subtly in a certain direction by the door, he saw Juliana standing there after stepping out.
It started raining again.
Quinn Shepherd offered, "Miss Jacobs, how about we give you a ride?"
Juliana smiled and shook the phone in her hand, "Thanks, I’ve already called for a ride."
As she declined, her eyes naturally turned to Elias Langley.
There was no deliberate avoidance, but within her polite smile was an endless sense of alienation and the distance of strangers.
Elias Langley said nothing and got into the back seat.
Quinn Shepherd closed the car door, greeted Juliana, and went to the driver’s seat.
The car started slowly, and Juliana’s gaze turned to the distant street corner.
Quinn Shepherd looked at the rearview mirror and couldn’t help asking, "Haven’t you always had a special interest in Miss Jacobs? Is it because of her married status? But she’s about to divorce."
Elias Langley stared at the rain outside, responding calmly, "Can you be sure of Dorian Lowell’s identity?"
"Uh..."
Isn’t it still under investigation?
Quinn Shepherd was montarily speechless.
"If the deceased Dorian Lowell isn’t the one I’m looking for, do you think she would accept being a mistress?" Elias Langley said.
Quinn Shepherd suddenly understood and sighed.
"It’s indeed a pity. After all these years, apart from searching for Madam, it’s the first ti I’ve seen you show such interest in a woman. Hopefully, you won’t regret it when you see soone pursuing Miss Jacobs in the future."
Elias Langley pursed his lips, staying silent.
In truth, when he received the call that day, his initial reaction to finding a DNA tester wasn’t joy.
Instead, he suddenly realized a problem.
If he allowed himself to move towards Juliana now and Miss Sinclair truly returned in the future, how should he position himself?
An engagent is a responsibility, while an attraction is an accident.
Without tily restraint, does he wait until she is deeply involved, then force her to humble herself?
Juliana, already scarred from a marriage, how could he bear to pull her into another undesirable emotional entanglent.
anwhile, Miles Monroe drove the car up in front of Juliana Jacobs.
"Miss Jacobs, the car you called can’t get in here. The rain is so heavy; let give you a ride."
Juliana hesitated briefly but eventually nodded and got into his car.
In the Hongqi L5, Quinn Shepherd glanced at the rearview mirror by the driver’s seat and exclaid, "Hey... Young Master Miles is stealing her away, can’t trust this guy anymore."
Elias Langley’s gaze shifted to the rear-view mirror, the emotion in his eyes deep and enigmatic.
Though she didn’t get rained on this ti, Juliana fell ill after getting ho.
The events of the past few days had exhausted her, inevitably affecting her immunity.
Just then, Rosalind Linton called, saying she’d make ginger duck for her tomorrow. She asked if it should be delivered to her company or residence.
With a sore throat, Juliana said she couldn’t eat in the next couple of days and hung up.
Before long, her phone rang again.
The caller ID showed Adrian Langley.
Juliana took a sip of water and answered the call.
"Got a cold?" he asked.
Clearly inford by Rosalind Linton.
"Yeah, what’s up?"
"Can’t I call you without a reason?"
Juliana, with her throat feeling like it had swallowed razor blades, had no energy to bicker and was about to hang up when Adrian Langley said, "I’m at the entrance to your complex. Send the apartnt number, and tell security. I’ll co in to deliver so dication."
Juliana not only gave him the apartnt number but also the entry code.
Because she felt terrible, unable to get out of bed.
Adrian Langley fed her the dicine and stayed the night.
Just like when she was sick before, he lay on the sofa without changing, watching over her all night.
By around nine the next morning, Juliana woke up, her fever gone, her throat much improved.
Walking into the living room, she found Adrian Langley busy in the kitchen.
Natural light from outside outlined his broad shoulders, the sleeves of his pink shirt rolled to the elbows, apron strings tightened at the back, accentuating sharp lines.
With the motion of him cooking noodles, he embodied a sense of focused yet gentle strength.
Juliana clearly felt that he was much more robust than when they parted four years ago.
Having not yet freshened up, she leaned against the door and casually ruffled her tangled hair, asking, "Don’t you have to work?"
Adrian Langley, cooking noodles with his head turned away, "I talked to Sumr Shaw, said I’d go to the office once you’re completely better."
Juliana folded her arms across her chest, "I’m asking why you’re not going to the office?"
With the fierce competition between him and Jared Langley, it’s impossible for him to ignore work matters. If caught in a loophole, Jared would surely make a fuss.
Adrian Langley paused, turned to look at her, a lazy yet clear smile lurking between his brows.
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