A man in a dark cashre suit approached and said, "Miss Jacobs, Old Mr. Paxton would like to invite you upstairs for a chat."
Juliana Jacobs instinctively glanced around the café.
The man, who looked like a secretary, smiled faintly and said, "Wherever Old Mr. Paxton resides, it is always safe."
Juliana felt a shock. Even the fact that she was searching for Raine Kane was known to him.
Outside the café, Raine Kane gritted her teeth as she looked at several n in black suits.
Her lowered hand clenched into a fist, tempted to swing it several tis.
The leading man gestured with his chin toward the sniper’s position, reminding her again, "As long as your body moves more than half a ter, the person you want to protect will lose their life. We always keep our word."
Raine watched as Juliana stood helpless over there, a fiery anger surged chaotically in her chest, intertwined with a great sense of powerlessness, making her feel as if her insides were out of place and extrely uncomfortable.
The opposing party, seeing her in this state, smiled even more broadly.
"Kiddo, pitting fists is the lowest form of victory and defeat, right?"
Without waiting for Raine Kane to appear, Juliana Jacobs realized she had fallen into Evan’s trap. Panicking was useless; she sat still, not even looking at the person speaking.
"I’m an ordinary person with no dealings with Old Mr. Paxton, so I really can’t think of anything worthy of a special conversation. What does he plan to talk to about?"
The secretary, a person with a keen mind, imdiately understood the deeper aning in her words, stepped back half a step, adjusted to a purely respectful professional posture, and smiled lightly, "President Jacobs, please."
Juliana wiped her hands with a warm towel and stood up.
Although she didn’t give Evan a look, her action of throwing the towel onto the table clearly showed her anger toward him.
After being frisked by equipnt, Juliana was "escorted" by several people, through the café, to a VIP elevator that required a special card to activate.
The elevator doors closed, leading directly to a higher and more private domain of the building.
On the club’s top floor, after the elevator doors opened, was an extrely elegant Chinese-style study.
A redwood desk, brush and ink set, a banner on the wall reading "Tranquility leads to far-reaching," and an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit with gray hair standing with his back to her, admiring the night view of Kingsford outside the window.
"Old Mr. Paxton, she’s here," the secretary stepped forward and said.
Dylan Paxton slowly turned around, the marks of ti on his technologically preserved face far fewer than on his peers.
"Miss Jacobs, please sit."
Dylan Paxton’s voice was gentle, carrying the ease of soone who has long been in a high position.
He pointed to the yellow rosewood chair opposite the desk, "Inviting you in this manner was abrupt of , I hope I didn’t startle you."
Juliana showed no sign of fear, removed her coat, draped it over the chair back, and then took a seat.
"Old Mr. Paxton has gone through such an elaborate setup, there’s no need for polite words. If ’abruptness’ could be planned with such ticulousness, then there would be no ’surprises’ in this world."
The dense perfu she wore overpowered the four-digit-count-per-liang tea fragrance, it was a bit overwhelming.
Yet Dylan Paxton’s face maintained a kindly smile.
"Thank you for the complint. Talented, insightful young individuals like Miss Jacobs are indeed rare."
Dylan Paxton personally poured her a cup of hot tea.
"I’ve looked over the ’Genesis’ technical report, entirely led by you, a true labor of love. It’s truly remarkable. However, such technology should not be monopolized by an individual or a small company. It should belong to the nation, to more powerful platforms, to fully realize its value. It would be a pity in your hands."
Juliana sneered inwardly, indeed, the dagger hidden in the map has been revealed.
She looked into Dylan Paxton’s seemingly dim but actually sharp eyes, speaking sharply.
"Old Mr. Paxton ans that ’Genesis’ should follow your family’s most successful investnt model, using ’technology sharing’ as an entry point, like those companies from years ago that were ’empowered,’ under the guise of sharing to actually swallow them up, eventually making Aetherfla yours as well?"
Dylan Paxton’s smile faded slightly, after a sip of thick tea, his tone still revealed no emotion.
"It seems you have investigated first. But your handling isn’t smooth; it won’t do you any good in the future."
Juliana laughed at his words, "I am soone who serves dishes based on the person. Those whom I share a bond with, whatever we talk about is pleasant; those I don’t, an extra word is a waste of my ti and energy. Old Mr. Paxton, which category do you think you belong to?"
Dylan Paxton did not get angry but looked at her with deeper eyes.
"Your stubborn deanor and tone remind of soone."
"Mrs. Sinclair?"
Juliana uttered these three words in an utterly calm tone, but Dylan Paxton shook his head.
"A colleague of my son before his passing. They shared hobbies, shared goals, like brothers. But later, his brother succeeded, while my son was gone."
Juliana suddenly understood, remarking lightly, "Then my condolences."
Her tone brought a trace of displeasure to Dylan Paxton.
"A tree that stands out in the forest is bound to be destroyed by the wind. You are a smart person; you should understand that without a sufficiently robust tree to shield you from the wind and rain, even the finest seedlings might wither prematurely in the storm."
Dylan Paxton’s voice was no longer gentle.
Juliana held the tea cup, not to drink but to gently swirl it.
"Old Mr. Paxton is a god who is connected in all directions. As long as one catches your eye, even if it’s just a dog, it can beco the Divine Marshal’s divine hound."
Juliana paused slightly, her eyes deepening.
"You remind of the months I’ve spent in Kenton being hunted, with the mastermind slipping through the net, trying everything to put him in jail, yet he was silenced before he could be convicted. Perhaps behind this person, there was also a big tree like yours, which is why he was so rampant."
Hearing this, Dylan Paxton’s facial muscles twitched slightly, but his expression showed no fluctuation.
"Then you should know even better how important it is to ’share’ Genesis’ technology."
At this point, Juliana confird that the person Isaac Grant emptied the Grant Group to pay tribute to and cling to was this one before her.
She smiled slightly, "I appreciate the ’kindness’ of Old Mr. Paxton’s invitation, but I’m sorry, your Paxton Family should find another way to amass wealth. If I have to give you even a penny from here, I won’t be a Jacobs."
The air in the study imdiately froze.
Juliana tore off the hypocritical mask with one stroke, leaving Dylan Paxton’s omniscient composure nowhere in sight, only exposing the predatory, stark cold light that belonged to a hunter.
"The rigid are easily broken. I have so new ’cooperation’ thods for you to choose from, such as making your brain extrely ’obedient,’ causing you to willingly speak out all the technical details, then, every day for the rest of your life, you’ll crave to work for like you crave oxygen. How does such a cooperation sound?"
A coldness surged in Juliana’s heart, but her face showed a peculiar, almost mocking smile.
"Instead of asking your question, how about Old Mr. Paxton answer mine: what do you think of the perfu I wore today?"
Since she entered the room and took off her coat in front of strangers, this move already appeared odd, coupled with that extraordinarily intense perfu scent... Dylan Paxton’s suspicion finally clarified at this mont.
His brow furrowed, "You an there’s poison in the scent you carry?"
Juliana smiled faintly, "Getting Evan to trick here was a good idea, but you missed one thing—I loathe him, so I’ve been wary of him."
Dylan Paxton, shrewd and calculating, pondered for a few seconds before relaxing his brow and smiling.
"Impossible, you’re bluffing."
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