Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 323: She Actually Hoped Today Would Be a Fruitless Wait

Chapter 323: Chapter 323: She Actually Hoped Today Would Be a Fruitless Wait

Steward Fay stood in the corridor leading to the master bedroom, bowing slightly to him.

"Sir, the madam has gone to sleep. She mentioned that if you come back late, you should avoid waking her."

Elias Langley’s eyebrows furrowed, "Did she have any other instructions?"

Steward Fay lowered his voice even more, "The madam made some sugar-steamed custard when she came back in the afternoon. She ate half and instructed me to throw away the remaining half at night."

"Did you throw it away?" Elias Langley’s brows completely knitted together.

"Not... not yet," Steward Fay answered cautiously, "It’s still in the fridge for now, and I’m planning to throw it away tomorrow morning."

"Bring it to the study."

After mentioning this, Elias Langley turned and walked toward the study.

That night, he didn’t sleep well in the study.

As soon as daylight broke, he got up and went back to the bedroom to wash up.

Upon opening the door, he discovered that the room was empty.

"Old Fay!"

Steward Fay came running, slightly out of breath.

"Where is the madam?" Elias Langley asked.

"She left before dawn, saying there was an urgent matter at the company that required overtime. She told you not to wait for her to have breakfast."

Left for overtime before dawn?

Looking at the faint light outside the window, Elias Langley understood instantly.

"Did the madam go out last night?"

Steward Fay nodded, "The madam said she didn’t leave."

Elias Langley did not pursue the question further, letting all the tumult settle at the bottom of his eyes.

...

In the morning, Juliana Jacobs was in the office, taking a short nap.

Raine Kane delivered some snacks to her.

"Mr. Langley said you left early and might be hungry, so he had the kitchen prepare these pastries for you. Also, I bought the coffee."

Juliana Jacobs didn’t touch the pastries, but picked up the coffee for a sip, nearly spitting it out.

"Why does it taste like herbal medicine?"

Raine Kane laughed, "This is a new product from a nearby café, herbal coffee. This cup is astragalus, which can... help with nerve recovery."

Currently, Juliana Jacobs’ left eye vision is her greatest concern.

The vision cannot be corrected by glasses, threatening the progress of the experiments and posing a risk to the project’s continuation.

She called Elias Langley yesterday, hoping he would come home early and spend some time with her. She wanted to lean on a man’s shoulder for once, but fate played a little joke on her once more.

Remembering the main issue, Juliana Jacobs returned to the subject, "What about that woman’s data?"

Raine Kane promptly sent the documents from her phone.

"Her name is Clara Fairchild, she’s from Kenton. After graduating from the nursing school, she leveraged connections to enter Mercy Hospital as a nurse. During the time you were hospitalized, Mr. Langley often came to visit you, and she was the one eagerly bustling about, later..."

Saying this, Raine Kane’s voice grew quieter.

"...just before you moved to Kingsford, Mr. Langley had her resign from the hospital, secretly relocating her to Kingsford. Officially, she’s employed at Athenor, but all her performance and expenses at the club are under Mr. Langley’s support, which looks more like... risk-avoiding sustenance."

Juliana Jacobs took a sip of coffee, seemingly finding the herbal taste more palatable now.

"What else?"

Raine Kane softly added, "I overheard her friends say that she’s going to pick out jewelry at the Myriad Treasures counter at Omnivus Plaza this afternoon."

Juliana Jacobs nodded, "I’ll go meet her."

"Juliana," Raine Kane expressed concern, "Shouldn’t you talk to Mr. Langley first in case there’s a misunderstanding?"

Juliana Jacobs didn’t respond but instead got up and walked out of the office.

...

In the afternoon, at the Myriad Treasures counter at Omnivus Plaza.

Clara Fairchild was selecting jewelry with a close friend.

"Clara, Mr. Langley is truly unmatched in his favor for you! Not only does he help you meet your performance goals every month, but he also doesn’t hesitate to buy you jewelry from Myriad Treasures! Look at this little bracelet, when I asked about it previously, it easily costs as much as a down payment on someone’s apartment. He’s certainly spending lavishly to pamper you!"

Clara Fairchild shyly smiled, but her gaze was subconsciously drawn to a flower ring showcased in the center of the counter.

The attendant girl, perceiving her interest, quickly stepped forward with a smile to introduce it, "You truly have great taste. This flower ring features an 11-carat untreated pigeon-blood ruby as its centerpiece, crafted by Master Fabio Fini. Strictly speaking, it’s not just a piece of jewelry, but rather a collectible. However..."

The attendant’s speech took a turn, "This flower ring has already been reserved."

Clara Fairchild’s friend immediately reacted, raising her chin high like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Reserved or not, my friend likes it and that’s that! I don’t care who reserved it. Do you know whose woman my friend is? She’s Mr. Langley’s woman!"

Clara Fairchild lightly tugged on her sleeve, signaling not to be so blatant.

But the friend was fired up and wouldn’t listen, growing even more proud as she issued threats to the attendant.

"Let me tell you, if my friend is upset today, believe it or not, we’ll make sure this store can’t operate in Kingsford!"

At this moment, the manager approached them.

"Ladies, we’ve just received notice that a valuable brooch is missing from the display case. Based on surveillance, the area you’ve been in is a key area of suspicion. We need to check the personal belongings of you and your companion."

The inquisitive, disdainful gazes from surrounding customers felt like needles pricking Clara Fairchild, and her face turned pale.

"Nonsense! She could never steal!" Clara’s friend protested in shame and anger.

Yet the manager remained calm.

"This flower ring was reserved by a distinguished guest this morning, and it’s of considerable value. Given your consumption tier, I doubt you could afford even a single accent diamond, yet you boast so loudly here. You’re either daydreaming or have sticky fingers."

The manager’s words held some weight, prompting everyone in the area to look at Clara Fairchild with even more disdain.

"I... I didn’t steal anything," Clara quietly said.

"Then let security search you to prove your innocence," the manager replied.

Feeling utterly humiliated, in the glare of all the eyes present, her only thought of support was Elias Langley. She promptly took out her phone and called him with a tearful voice.

The manager didn’t forcibly stop her, and even after she finished the call, he remarked with considerable courtesy, "Since you’ve contacted someone, we’ll wait for them to arrive before proceeding."

After speaking, he instructed security to keep watch on them while he retreated to the back VIP room.

Inside the VIP room.

Juliana Jacobs sipped her coffee and said to Raine Kane, "The instant ones are better than the one you bought this morning."

Raine Kane, "..."

The manager slightly bowed and couldn’t hide his worry, "President Jacobs, doing so won’t cause trouble for my store, right?"

Juliana Jacobs set down the coffee cup, her expression indifferent.

"Continue as I instructed; you won’t have any issues."

Raine Kane couldn’t resist but saying, "Juliana, to my knowledge, Mr. Langley is currently attending a very important meeting, and he may not rush here for such a minor matter."

Lowering her gaze, Juliana Jacobs indeed hoped she’d be waiting in vain today.

Nevertheless, twenty minutes after Raine Kane’s comment, Elias Langley’s figure appeared before the counter, rushing in with urgency in his steps.

Upon seeing him, all of Clara Fairchild’s grievances overflowed at once. She rushed to cling to his arm, tears streaming down.

Elias Langley gently patted her hand for comfort before signaling to his secretary, Zachary York, behind him.

Zachary York stepped forward to negotiate with the manager.

"Baseless accusations, public humiliation, illegal restriction of personal freedom—all these suffice for a criminal libel and illegal detention charge. Provide me a reasonable explanation within five minutes, or be prepared to explain yourself at the police station. Myriad Treasures could shutter its doors too."

The manager broke out in a cold sweat, unable to withstand the pressure, hastily calling for an attendant to bring the flower ring in a velvet box.

"We meant no offense. This ring was reserved by Mrs. Langley. She specifically instructed us that if ’your people’ arrive, to kindly help deliver the ring back to her."

Zachary York’s prepared words of reproach were caught in her throat, unable to be spoken.

Her face blanched, as she turned to look at Elias Langley...