Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 308: A Loud Crash Lands on Florence Sinclair’s Face

Chapter 308: Chapter 308: A Loud Crash Lands on Florence Sinclair’s Face

Just as Juliana’s gaze turned slightly dazed, seemingly stirred by some memories, a waiter brought over a dish of boiled lake shrimp.

Mrs. Paxton hurriedly introduced, "The lake shrimp from Crestwater in Kingsford is the best, you should try it."

As the words fell, Juliana’s already somewhat distant eyes instantly gained a touch of sharpness.

Because Helena Sinclair is allergic to lake shrimp, aside from family, Juliana is the only outsider who knows.

Just as Juliana was about to speak, Florence Sinclair’s voice came from behind.

"Miss Jacobs, what a coincidence."

Mrs. Paxton’s face subtly changed when she saw her arrive.

Juliana slowly turned back to look at her.

Just last night, she had taken a beating; the wound on her ear was still fresh, her face still swollen, yet today she had applied concealer to meet her.

What made her so desperate?

"What’s the matter?" she asked lightly.

Florence wore a gentle smile like a spring breeze, walked slowly to the table, and politely said, "I arranged to have a meal here with friends, didn’t expect to meet you, and I happen to have something to discuss with you."

Juliana raised an eyebrow, glanced at Raine Kane standing at the door, then looked back at the table where the boiled shrimp laid wasted, and snorted lightly, "Today’s coincidence is quite the pile."

Mrs. Paxton knew she was mocking them and embarrassedly lowered her head.

However, she really didn’t know Florence would also come to "bump into" Juliana here.

Florence pulled an empty chair from a nearby table and sat down next to Juliana.

"Miss Jacobs, Mr. Paxton entrusted me to discuss ’Genesis’ given the history between us..."

"What history do I have with a dog?" Juliana interrupted her.

Florence paused, trying hard to maintain a natural expression.

"Elias married my sister’s plaque, I’m a daughter of the Sinclair Family, he’s my brother-in-law, that’s a fact you can’t deny."

Juliana’s gaze casually swept around the surroundings.

The next second, she picked up the plate of boiled shrimp and slammed it onto Florence’s face with a "clang."

The broth and shrimp shells smeared Florence’s face and clothes, making her startled and wanting to rise. But Juliana grabbed her hair and slammed her from the chair onto the ground.

Without waiting for her to struggle, she kicked her hard twice in the waist and abdomen.

Florence screamed in pain and hurriedly shouted, "Stop kicking, stop kicking!"

Juliana wiped her hands with a wet wipe, looking down coldly at her curled up on the floor.

"My husband said hitting you with my hands hurts, I should use my feet from now on."

Beside them, Mrs. Paxton’s face had turned pale from fright, her chopsticks falling to the ground.

Florence was in pain and rage, trembling while pointing at Juliana, "You... this is a restaurant, you actually did this in public..."

Halfway through the sentence, she stopped herself.

Only now did she realize with horror that the entire restaurant had somehow become empty, not even the waitstaff were in sight.

Only Raine stood quietly at the door, expressionless, guarding the entrance.

Gazing at her, Juliana’s eyes were teasing.

"Didn’t I say once I’d beat you every time I see you? Forgotten already? I don’t mind helping refresh your memory."

Florence trembled all over, unable to say a word.

Juliana turned her gaze to Mrs. Paxton.

Mrs. Paxton jolted.

Juliana smiled faintly, "What a pity for the shrimp you specially ordered for me, next time please treat me again."

Mrs. Paxton had never seen such a scene, her hands trembling, she quickly gestured, "It’s alright, it’s alright."

"So," Juliana’s gaze deepened, "Mrs. Paxton’s friend should be much gentler than me."

About to be polite, Juliana continued coldly, "In view of your persistence following me, let me offer you some advice, dwelling on past dreams is pointless, one should discern right from wrong, rather than find memories in the muck."

With that, she left with Raine.

Mrs. Sinclair finally understood that Juliana had seen through her intentions from the beginning.

Her performance just now was nothing but that of a jumping clown.

She felt immense shame.

Seeing Florence still sitting on the ground, she shakily approached, her face pallid, "Shall... shall I call an ambulance for you?"

"You useless thing!"

Florence shook off her reaching hand, gritting her teeth through the pain, struggled to stand.

"Besides putting on a pitiful act and shivering, what else can you do? Sean Paxton marrying a woman like you brings him no assistance, nor would you go out of your way to fight for him, he’s truly luckless!"

After cursing her, Florence limped out of the restaurant, crossed the circular hallway to the opposite side.

This was a western restaurant, and it had been reserved.

She intentionally provoked Juliana, staged this suffering act, the real audience was here.

The slightly rotund middle-aged man sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window had witnessed everything just now.

As she approached, his facial muscles squeezed out a semblance of a smile, "Did Miss Sinclair invite me here just to watch you get beaten?"

Florence rested both hands on the table, deliberately sounding aggrieved.

"Sean Paxton promised me that as long as I facilitate the collaboration between Rhyvion and Aetherflame, he’d offer me a considerable commission. But Juliana totally looks down on the Paxton name, doesn’t even give him the chance to negotiate. It’s not my incompetence, but your Paxton’s ineptitude."

Samuel Paxton’s eyes flickered with a hint of malice, then quickly snorted.

"That ’Genesis’ technology, I have my means to get it. Sean Paxton’s own incompetence means whoever he finds is just as worthless as you." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Florence was momentarily speechless to counter his words.

Samuel’s gaze roved over her, "But your face... it does appeal to me. Spend a night with me, the money won’t be less for you."

Florence had inquired about his proclivities.

A night of torment would leave those women either dead or disabled. Yet he was generous, using coercion paired with bribery afterward, suppressing scandal after scandal, preventing any backfire.

Hearing this ugly creature plotting against her made her furious.

Florence pointed at him, swearing, "No wonder Dylan Paxton would rather use an erring legitimate grandson than hand over the family business to a degrading bastard like you! Besides filling your head with shit, you can’t store a bit of useful stuff, you’re nothing but an idiot."

"You’re courting death!"

Samuel roared up, seized her neck, then punched her hard in the abdomen.

Florence’s face twisted in pain.

Samuel released her, she sunk to the floor, unable to rise.

Samuel glared at her viciously, "Are you seeing clear now? This is my power, dreaming of having me as your tool, you’re dreaming! If it wasn’t for your Sinclair name, I’d have long played you to death, no more second chances."

With that, he left the restaurant.

Samuel’s punch was extremely heavy, even harsher than Juliana’s.

The staff sent outside returned to the restaurant, seeing her still sitting on the ground, hurriedly came to help her.

Just as they approached, seeing the pool of blood on the floor, they immediately shrieked.

"Quick, call an ambulance, she’s bleeding."

Florence clutched her abdomen, her face pale with pain.

Failing to move Samuel, this injury couldn’t be for nothing.

With trembling hands, she took out her phone.

Isn’t Juliana arrogant?

This time, I’ll leave you speechless!

In the afternoon, Juliana returned to the courtyard.

Initially intending just to nap for a while, unexpectedly woke up to find it was already past six in the evening.

Steward Fay was anxiously pacing around, having already called Elias Langley.

Knowing he was on the way back, Juliana hurriedly messaged him saying she was fine, no need to turn around.

However, no sooner had she put down her phone than the gatekeeper hurriedly reported that Marcus Sinclair had come to visit, wanted a word with Madam.

Marcus Sinclair was well-acquainted with the Langley Family, so Steward Fay invited him in.

Upon entering the living room, Marcus Sinclair unexpectedly took out a bundle of hemp rope.

"Miss Jacobs, Madam instructed me to take you to the hospital. Sorry for the offense."