Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 302: Elias Langley Grips Her Arm Tightly

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: Elias Langley Grips Her Arm Tightly

Nightfall had just begun.

Quentin Zane was driving home.

Just as he turned into the last secluded corner leading to the neighborhood parking lot, a black car that had been tailing him suddenly accelerated and viciously slammed into the rear of his car.

Zane’s head hit the steering wheel, causing him to feel dizzy.

Before he could react, a man jumped out of the black car and approached his window.

"Deputy Director Zane, come with us."

The assailant was clearly after his life, intending to take him somewhere and finish him off.

Zane’s mind was alarmed. Just as the man attempted to forcibly yank open his car door, he was kicked away by a flying figure.

Raine Kane opened the car door and urgently said, "If you want to live, come with me!"

Having met her that morning, he knew she was with Elias Langley.

Elias was well-regarded in their circles, and without much hesitation, Zane jumped out of the car and followed Raine to another car parked ahead.

Seeing them get into the back seat, Juliana Jacobs immediately hit the gas, and her Lynx LX7 shot forward like an arrow.

However, the black car chased them relentlessly, clinging to them tightly.

A deadly chase ensued on the brightly lit streets.

Juliana gripped the steering wheel tightly, maneuvering through traffic thanks to her car’s excellent performance, while their pursuers used their superior driving skills to try to force her car to a stop.

Juliana’s goal was to get the car to the police station.

As they reached a wide intersection, their pursuers seemed to sense her intention and recklessly floored the gas to ram her from the rear side.

But at this critical moment, a massive black shadow roared invisibly from the side of the road.

With a loud "Boom," the adversarial car was easily lifted and flipped like a toy, skidding and sparking on the ground.

The Knight XV SUV only experienced a violent jolt before it firmly stopped in front of Juliana’s car.

Elias Langley stepped out of the vehicle.

He wore only a dark gray shirt on his upper body, with no tie. The night breeze tousled his hair, slightly messy, but it didn’t weaken his imposing aura.

The car that had flipped and skidded to a halt laid still for a moment before two men managed to crawl out.

Even confronted with Elias alone, they dared not approach and ran for their lives.

Raine Kane got out of the Lynx LX7 and asked, "Are we not pursuing them?"

Elias glanced away, "They failed their task; they’ll face consequences when they return. Why should I dirty my hands?"

Knowing who their master was, there was no need to chase them.

Raine found his reasoning sound.

Elias walked over to Juliana’s car window, his voice neutral.

"Are you coming with me?"

Juliana unfastened her seatbelt and nodded.

Elias turned his head to Raine, "You drive."

In the back seat, Quentin Zane became anxious, "Mr. Langley, I... I need to go too."

"There will be a place for you," Elias said coldly.

Zane’s spirits deflated at his words.

Juliana exited the driver’s seat, and as Elias took her hand, he felt her icy palms.

As he led her to the Knight XV, he instinctively brought her hands to his mouth to warm them with his breath.

"Why so cold despite wearing so much?"

Juliana rolled her eyes at him, "Definitely not like you. Wearing so little and still a furnace. You must have thick skin, not just against the cold but impacts too."

Amused, Elias chuckled softly, then opened the car door to let her into the passenger seat.

Juliana was curious where he intended to interrogate Quentin Zane.

Half an hour later, the car unexpectedly pulled into Grymside.

Several uniformed officers were already waiting in the courtyard.

After Zane exited the car, he was taken inside.

Juliana looked at Elias, asking with her eyes.

Elias explained, "Currently, there’s no direct evidence; formal interrogation isn’t appropriate. But we can place him in a questioning room for now. Considering the unknown attack he just suffered, we’re entitled to offer protection and gain insight into the incident."

This way, taking Quentin Zane to the detention center was justified.

Elias touched her hands, noting they no longer felt as cold, which eased his concern.

"According to procedure, they need some time to prepare for questioning. As you witnessed the car crash incident, you might be questioned too. Join Zane in the questioning room and wait."

He deliberately paused before adding, "You’ll probably wait 15 minutes."

Juliana immediately grasped the subtle brilliance of this.

He had seamlessly woven her needs into the compliance of the process, leaving nothing to chance.

Behind this seemingly natural arrangement lay unspoken efforts of thoughtful balancing.

Without further words, Juliana nodded and was led by a staff member to a questioning room.

The fluorescent lights made Quentin Zane’s face, already colorless, even paler.

His legs, under the table, trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably.

Juliana took in his fear as she sat opposite him, speaking calmly, "He’s already sent someone to kill you, and you still won’t speak?"

A staff member brought in two glasses of water, setting them before them, then stepped out.

Zane’s throat bobbed as if extremely thirsty, grabbing the glass and gulping down two large mouthfuls, taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves, then said, "I don’t know what Miss Jacobs wants me to say. Handwriting analysis... it’s a scientific conclusion; it can’t be wrong."

Juliana was about to drink water, but upon hearing this, she paused, setting the glass back down.

"I haven’t mentioned specifics, yet you know I’m asking about handwriting analysis. Doesn’t that prove you have a guilty conscience?"

Zane’s pupils contracted immediately.

Juliana didn’t give him a chance to breathe, continuing, "Even if you cling to that conclusion, I can request higher authorities to initiate a review. Do you think the Paxton Family’s reach extends everywhere?"

Her psychological pressure drew closer step by step.

"Not speaking now, are you going to wait until the conclusion is officially overturned, and everyone investigates why Quentin Zane issued a false report, benefiting from it before saying a word?"

Zane began to cough violently at her words.

"I... I..."

"I’m trying to save you," Juliana urged.

Just as Zane took a deep breath, about to say something, he suddenly coughed up blood.

His face rapidly changed from ashen to a horrifying purplish-blue, slumping sideways from the chair.

Startled, Juliana rushed to support him.

Elias was the first to rush in.

"The water is poisoned!" he alerted.

The staff following quickly donned gloves, sealing the water glasses per procedure for toxicology tests and fingerprint identification.

Juliana supported Zane’s head, preventing him from choking on the blood rising from his esophagus.

Elias gripped her arm tightly, his voice tense, "Did you drink any?"

From the monitoring room, he saw everything in the interrogation room, witnessing her lifting the glass to her lips.

But Juliana shook her head, "Didn’t have time."

Elias immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Quentin Zane suddenly opened his eyes, grasping Juliana’s arm.

"Paperweight... paperweight..."

Juliana frowned, "What paperweight?"

But Zane’s grip on her arm gradually loosened until it fell to the ground.

A staff inspecting nearby checked his carotid artery, then looked up, speaking gravely, "No breath, no pulse."

Elias pulled Juliana up, holding her tightly, shielding her from the disturbing sight.

"Paperweight..." Juliana suddenly remembered the morning when she visited his office, having particularly noted his desk, "I remembered, it’s the Yellow Jade Paperweight on his desk."

Elias’s eyes sharpened with determination, without hesitation:

"No one here tonight is allowed to leave; cut off all signals connecting here to the outside."

"Raine, head to Quentin Zane’s office."

...

Half an hour later, the secretary opened the door to Sean Paxton’s study.

"Sir, Quentin Zane is dead, and Juliana was present."

Sean Paxton stood up from his chair, filled with visible delight.

"Good! Good! Good! Now it’s enough to send her to prison, and then all of Aetherflame will be mine."

However, the secretary bowed her head even lower, saying, "Sir, it’s you who’s in trouble."

Sean Paxton froze...