Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 249: I’m Not Your Brother

Grace Summers hadn’t expected to find herself back in the police station, a place she considered hellish. Amidst her panic, anger prevailed.

"Why are you arresting me? I’m warning you, my maternal grandfather is from the Lane family in Imperial Capital! I advise you to release me immediately!"

But no matter how loudly she yelled, no one paid her any attention.

Eventually, Grace tired of shouting, leaned back in the chair, her voice hoarse and sore.

Just then, a sudden sound of footsteps approached from outside. Grace jerked her head up, staring intently at the door, hoping someone was coming to rescue her.

But her hope was dashed; the person who arrived was not someone she recognized, but an officer from the station.

It was a middle-aged man, his presence exuding a serious and solemn aura, his gaze firm and icy, intimidating to meet.

"Miss Grace Summers, I am here to understand the situation." The man pulled out a tablet, played a surveillance video, and asked, "After technical verification, there are no signs of editing in this video. Is this person in the footage you?"

Grace slowly calmed down, "I want to see my lawyer. Until my lawyer arrives, I refuse to answer any questions."

The man nodded, put away the tablet, "Alright, I will contact your family now."

After speaking, he got up and left.

Grace slowly exhaled, but her nerves remained uncontrollably tense.

Mrs. Summers, upon receiving the call, frantically tried to contact Julian Lane, but no matter how many times she called, it was unreachable.

Did she not understand? Julian Lane had actually blocked her.

This won’t do, she must find Julian Lane; only he can save Grace now.

After inquiring for a long time, Mrs. Summers finally tracked down Julian Lane’s whereabouts, hearing that he was at Starfare Entertainment doing a photoshoot today.

Regardless of whether the information was accurate, she had to see for herself.

Mrs. Summers grabbed her purse and instructed the driver to head for Starfare Entertainment.

When she entered Starfare Entertainment, she was abruptly stopped by a man in a suit, "Madam, who are you looking for? Outsiders are not allowed to enter here."

Mrs. Summers furrowed her brow, displeased at the man blocking her way, "I am looking for Julian Lane, is he in the company?"

"I am sorry, Mr. Lane is currently busy. If it’s urgent, you should try calling him instead, otherwise, we can’t let you in."

There are many who try to sneak into the company, so the security at Starfare Entertainment is very strict.

Without an appointment, entry is absolutely prohibited.

Mrs. Summers became anxious enough to break into a sweat, if she could have reached Julian Lane by phone, she wouldn’t be here looking for him.

"You might not recognize me, I am Mrs. Henry Summers from the Summers Group, I really need to see Julian Lane."

The man remained amicable but firm, "I’m sorry, no matter who you are, you cannot enter without an appointment."

Mrs. Summers’ face nearly couldn’t hold back her frustration, but thinking of Grace waiting for her assistance, she suppressed her anger, "In that case, call Julian Lane and tell him Jeanette Lane needs him. He will come out when he hears my name."

The man was skeptical but still took out his phone and dialed Julian Lane’s number.

Soon, someone on the other end answered, an impatient voice came through, "Hello? If it’s nothing urgent, speak quickly."

Julian Lane hated being disturbed at work, and the ringing of his phone almost caused his hands to tremble, ruining the photo shoot.

Thankfully, his skills were sufficient and the results were passably good.

"Mr. Lane, there is a lady here wishing to see you..."

"Not interested." Julian Lane interrupted before the man could finish, "Don’t bother me if it’s not important. If I met everyone who wanted to see me, would I not be exhausted to death?"

"..." The man was at a loss for words, glancing at Mrs. Summers whose expression had turned very somber.

He patiently explained, "She says her name is Jeanette Lane."

There was silence for a long while on the other end, and just as the man thought there might be a fault with the phone, Julian Lane’s indifferent voice came again.

"Not interested."

The man raised an eyebrow, looking at Mrs. Summers, "You heard it, Mr. Lane doesn’t want to see you."

Jeanette Lane snatched the phone from the man, bellowing into it, "Brother, why have you blocked my number? I have an urgent matter and need you to come out and see me."

"..."

Silence followed once more.

Julian Lane motioned to the staff to pause and stepped aside.

"Jeanette, are you sick? Who the hell do you think you are to call me brother? The moment you cut ties with the Lane family for that man, I ceased to be your brother!"

His curse reverberated through the entire photo shoot set.

The staff exchanged silent glances, showing a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Having worked with Julian Lane for so long, although they were aware of his difficult temperament, they had never seen him erupt in such anger.

Mrs. Summers was momentarily stunned, then realized the phone was on speaker.

Hearing the voice, everyone looked over.

Those gazes, sharp as knives, made her so uncomfortable she wished she could disappear, and she hurriedly turned off the speaker.

She chuckled nervously, lowered her voice, and spoke to Julian Lane, "Brother, what are you talking about? I really need your help today, please help me."

"Speak quickly, I don’t have much time."

The elevator suddenly opened, and Julian Lane came out.

Mrs. Summers’ eyes lit up with hope.

She guessed right; her second brother really did care for her the most, he wouldn’t just leave her hanging.

"Second brother..."

"Stop! Don’t call me that, I can’t accept it!" Julian Lane interrupted her and took her to an empty office.

This was actually Serena Summers’ office.

Serena Summers had been busy in the lab recently, so it was set up for him to rest when tired.

Julian Lane leaned back on the soft sofa, casually placing his legs on the coffee table, his posture relaxed yet commanding attention.

"Speak, what do you need?"

Mrs. Summers felt something was off, but couldn’t pinpoint it, so she stopped thinking about it.

She immediately explained her reason to Julian Lane, "Second brother, please help save Grace, help my daughter!" frёewebnoѵēl.com

Julian Lane suddenly sat up straight, his legs removed from the coffee table, his expression serious as he looked at her.

"Jeanette, who exactly is your daughter?"

Mrs. Summers was confused by his question.

Julian Lane continued, "Your daughter is Serena, yet you would forsake your own child for Grace. What are you thinking?"

Mrs. Summers scoffed, "Serena is not my daughter! She is not worthy to be my daughter! Second brother, you have no idea what she did to Grace after she returned to the Summers family... I will never forgive her in this życie."