Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 329: In a Fit of Rage, He Lost His Temper

Chapter 329: Chapter 329: In a Fit of Rage, He Lost His Temper

Clara of course knew Juliana was here to confront her.

Feeling guilty, she glanced around the hall but couldn’t find Elias, so she toughened her resolve:

With her own frail image, she would cement Juliana’s reputation as a "tigress."

With her mind set, tears instantly welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Mrs. Langley, what do you want to do?"

Juliana leaned against the pillar and smiled lightly.

"Wearing counterfeit dresses, using cheap perfume to attend a celebrity-filled banquet with my husband—are you trying to play the victim here to attract more men, or to tell everyone I’m petty and can’t tolerate the low-class women my husband keeps outside?"

"No, I’m not..."

Clara felt guilty, unable to articulate anything, but she deliberately raised her voice.

The aim was to draw everyone’s attention to this spot.

She planned to stage a perfect "accident" in front of everyone: to make everyone believe that Juliana pushed her down.

Sure enough, her raised voice was effective.

Clara immediately had tears in her eyes, humbly stepped forward, and tried to grab Juliana’s hand to explain.

But her foot "just happened" to be caught by the hem of her dress, causing her to fall toward Juliana with a startled cry.

She had already thought about what to do next:

In the moment of contact with Juliana, she would lean back, using the angle of visual distortion, to make everyone believe Juliana pushed her, causing her to fall.

"Ah, Mrs. Langley, don’t push me..."

Just as she touched Juliana’s hand, Juliana seemed to have realized her intent, and suddenly, as if losing her balance, leaned in the same direction.

Clara miscalculated the terrain; beside the pillar are three to four steps leading to the hall.

Seeing that both were about to fall down the steps.

The next second, a hand steadily caught Juliana’s waist, pulling her back.

While Clara, completely off-balance, rolled down the steps awkwardly.

"Rip—"

The clear sound of fabric tearing rang out.

Her imitation dress couldn’t bear the strain, and the seams burst open dramatically.

In front of the public eye, she ended up with her clothes in tatters—that is, except for two adhesive coverings still in place, her upper body was exposed completely.

Clara was extremely embarrassed, but what broke her heart further was that the person who helped Juliana was none other than Elias.

And now that she was almost exposed, this man remained indifferent, his gaze resting solely on his wife.

"Were you frightened?"

Elias gently adjusted Juliana’s dress with care.

Juliana pushed him away, and in front of everyone, pointed at him and said: "You gave this woman the courage to harm me in public, now you’re pretending to be a good husband to maintain your image?"

Elias’s face hardened at her words, the expression was... a sudden burst of anger.

Clara quickly clutched the shredded fabric to her chest, crying while trying to defend herself: "Mrs. Langley, you pushed me down without asking for any explanation, I and you..."

"She pushed you?"

Felicity stepped out, indignantly cutting her off.

"From my angle, it was clear—you deliberately tripped yourself, trying to drag Mrs. Langley down the stairs. But Elias appeared and saved his wife without a second thought. You tried to harm someone and ended up hurting yourself—that’s reaping what you sow! How dare you turn the tables?"

Felicity finished with a heavy "hmm."

"Intentionally wearing a low-quality counterfeit dress to play weak and pitiful, even heaven couldn’t stand it, making your dress tear apart in public—serves you right!"

As her voice dropped, everyone’s gaze toward Clara was filled with scorn.

Clara didn’t know, in the elite social circle, identity, status, and social stratum are the unwritten rules for judging right from wrong. Truth was secondary to maintaining dignity and shared interests within the circle.

As the organizer of the banquet, and being Sean Paxton’s wife, Felicity naturally held the power of speech. In such a setting, no one would speak up for a mistress eyeing someone’s husband.

In an instant, various harsh remarks almost drowned Clara.

At this moment, Juliana stepped forward, her voice cold and clear, spreading around:

"Miss Fairchild, I don’t care about your customs, but for me, the foundation of a marriage is loyalty, and there’s absolutely no room for a third person in a relationship, so... respect yourself!"

Her words not only made her stance clear, she also scorned Clara, and subtly held Elias accountable.

But Elias was not angry, instead, he calmly took her hand and smiled slightly at the crowd.

This gesture undeniably declared: In this two-choice situation, he not only sided with his wife but also declared himself her support.

Clara clutched the torn fabric tightly and crouched on the ground, so ashamed she wished she could faint.

Just then, a waiter emerged from the crowd and draped a tablecloth over Clara, covering her exposed self.

Then, with a half-support and half-lift, took her hastily to the rest area under the gaze of others.

Seeing this, Elias made a call to Caleb Donovan, "Go to the rest area, send her back."

Juliana, upon hearing him still concerned about that woman, immediately threw off his hand and left alone.

Elias quickly chased after her.

Sean Paxton smiled and put his arm around Felicity’s waist, his gaze toward Elias and Juliana leaving, with a hint of jest.

"Elias really is a straightforward man. Many men secretly cheat after marriage, only he hides poorly and lets it unfold before his wife. Juliana is also... too serious. Living with such a woman is exhausting."

Felicity allowed him to hold her, still maintaining a graceful smile, but with words full of sarcasm.

"Mr. Paxton seems to be enjoying others’ misfortunes, thinking of some good things related to yourself?"

Of course!

That waiter was his person, and he took advantage of sending Clara to the rest area to get her hair, soon he would verify her identity.

Seeing the USB drive lost years ago was soon to be retrieved, he couldn’t be happier?

Sean laughed lightly, tapping her nose, "My wife is naturally different from others, you have always been so understanding."

Felicity gave a sneering laugh, her tone calm but carrying a hint of detachment.

"Juliana can of course ’be strict.’ Her marriage with Elias isn’t a business alliance, nor bound by interests. She also owns a career comparable to a man, which is the source of her strength. Hence, she doesn’t need to ’maintain harmony.’ Whereas my poise and understanding merely maintain the honor for you and the Felicity Family."

With that, she lowered her eyes.

"There are still guests tonight, Mr. Paxton, feel free."

Saying so, she gracefully withdrew from Sean’s embrace and went to socialize.

Sean only felt the emptiness in his arm, the sudden loss of warmth brought him a faint annoyance.

Juliana reached the hotel entrance, where Raine Kane approached her.

"The waiter who appeared out of nowhere belongs to Sean Paxton. He indeed took the chance to pull several strands of Clara’s hair."