CHAPTER 104: CHAPTER 104: PREGNANT?

"Second... second uncle, a friend has something urgent, I’m going out for a bit."

Elias Langley’s gaze fell on him. It was just a casual glance, yet it instantly made Adrian Langley’s spine tense up.

Time seemed to freeze for a few moments.

Elias Langley spoke unhurriedly, "This time, don’t you need to ask for anything?"

"Huh?" Adrian Langley suddenly understood and shook his head, "No need for your help."

The car window slowly closed, and just as the bulletproof glass sealed shut, Adrian Langley thought he saw his uncle’s lips pressed into a cold, hard line.

...

Adrian Langley sent Mrs. Young to a private clinic.

After reviewing Mrs. Young’s medical history, the doctor quickly administered treatment.

"Simply taking medication is not effective enough, it needs to be combined with intravenous infusion," the doctor said.

Mrs. Young looked troubled, "But it’s inconvenient for me to go out."

The doctor smiled knowingly, "Don’t worry, the third young master has already spoken to me, I’ll arrange for a trusted nurse to give you the IV at home every day, without any information leaking out."

Hearing this, Mrs. Young breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the infusion room, Juliana Jacobs withdrew her gaze.

Adrian Langley was smoking at the back door.

She walked over, "You didn’t use to smoke."

Adrian Langley immediately extinguished the cigarette with his foot.

"Dr. Hughes issued a memory loss certificate for me, even Victor Langley was fooled, you can completely trust him."

"Do you plan to keep hiding your identity just to protect Auntie Linton and your grandpa?" Juliana Jacobs asked.

Adrian Langley was silent for a few seconds, "The Langley Family is very complicated, and my mom has an impetuous nature. At least for now, I can’t reveal myself to them."

"Your grandpa developed severe heart disease because you faked your death. How many four-year stretches does he have left in his twilight years? I hope you’ll never regret all this,"

Juliana Jacobs turned her face away after speaking, her gaze resting in the distance.

Two hours later, Mrs. Young had finished her IV and there was no more bleeding.

Adrian Langley took her back to the hotel.

"These days, I might be watched, Mrs. Young’s situation..."

Before Juliana Jacobs could finish her sentence, Adrian Langley nodded and said, "Leave it to me."

The next day, Juliana Jacobs made a special trip to a traditional Chinese medicine shop and had the attending old doctor prepare several herbal meals suitable for a three-month pregnant woman.

Just as she stepped out of the Chinese medicine shop, her phone rang in her bag, and she hurriedly bowed her head to search for it.

At this moment, a Hongqi L8 stopped by the roadside.

Inside the car, Quinn Shepherd turned to Evan Grant, who was reviewing documents in the back seat, and said, "Boss, we’ve arrived at Concordia Hall."

Evan Grant didn’t lift his head, "If you’re sick, go get treated."

"President Langley!" Quinn Shepherd urgently stammered, "The doctor said if you keep abstaining like this, hormonal disorders will lead to dysfunction. On the day you find your wife, you won’t even be able to stand, how will you make her happy then?"

Evan Grant slowly lifted his eyelids, "Do I need you to observe and score how I make her happy?"

Quinn Shepherd: ...

He glanced out the window and spotted a familiar figure, quickly shifting his gaze.

"That’s Miss..."

Before he could finish, he saw Juliana Jacobs suddenly surrounded by several dark figures.

She tried to resist but was pushed and dragged into a nearby alley.

Juliana Jacobs held the medicine bag from the Chinese medicine shop, standing against the wall, watching cautiously at these strangers with ill intentions.

"Juliana!" George Grant walked in front of her from behind the group, "Where is Willow Young?"

"Who is Willow Young?"

As soon as the words fell, George Grant reached out and grabbed her neck, roughly pinning her against the wall.

"Stop pretending. Willow has been widowed for many years, not even in touch with her family back home. You’re the only one she’s close to. Tell me, where are you hiding her?"

Juliana Jacobs’ head hit the cement wall, and she blacked out for a moment.

"Oh, you’re talking about Mrs. Young," she said with a cold smile, "She got close to me after just a few days at Platinum Bay? I’ve already moved out, now it’s just her and Evan Grant there, aren’t they closer?"

George Grant had long held a grudge against Juliana Jacobs, and at this moment, his patience was wearing thin.

"If you don’t bring her out, then I’ll take you to a place that will make you speak the truth."

He said, gripping her neck, ready to throw her to his subordinates.

Juliana Jacobs felt a sudden chill in her heart.

Even without experiencing George Grant’s methods firsthand, falling into his hands was definitely no good fate.

She absolutely couldn’t let him take her!

In the moment of being thrown away, Juliana Jacobs suddenly reached out, her fingers digging fiercely into George Grant’s hair, gripping the roots tightly and giving it a violent yank!

"Ah——"

George Grant, caught off guard, hunched over in pain.

Juliana Jacobs gritted her teeth, refusing to let go as if she wanted to rip his scalp off.

The few subordinates around immediately descended into chaos, trying desperately to free him, but Juliana Jacobs wouldn’t loosen her grip.

At this moment, Quinn Shepherd stood at the mouth of the alley, deliberately clearing his throat loudly, but everyone was busy trying to save George Grant’s hair and ignored him.

Quinn Shepherd stomped his foot, took off his crisp new suit jacket, and charged forward.

Grabbing two of the henchmen like they were ragdolls and tossing them aside, the scene was finally brought under control.

"Miss Jacobs," Quinn Shepherd stood straight, gesturing toward the mouth of the alley with a nod of his head, "My boss has been waiting for you a long time, why aren’t you getting in the car?"

Understanding, Juliana Jacobs tossed aside the handful of hair with follicles, walking directly toward the Hongqi L5 parked outside the alley.

"Stop her!" yelled George Grant, clutching his bleeding scalp in rage, "If you let her go today, you’re all fired!"

However, Quinn Shepherd stood between them and Juliana Jacobs, and none of the henchmen dared to move past him.

Juliana Jacobs took a few steps, then turned back to George Grant, saying, "You should know, anyone with a brain knows that Mrs. Young is close to me. But if she came to me holding big secrets, wouldn’t that be like jumping into a trap? Instead of wasting time with me, why don’t you eat two more pounds of walnuts to boost your intelligence, maybe you’ll find her before anyone else."

After speaking, she ignored George Grant’s bulging veins and continued to leave.

George Grant watched helplessly as Juliana Jacobs got into the back seat, unwillingly turning to Quinn Shepherd, "Do you know who I am? Have you thought about the consequences of being my enemy?"

Quinn Shepherd chuckled, "Here’s a piece of advice, the person sitting in the car at the alley’s mouth is not someone you can afford to provoke."

George Grant’s eyes were wide as grapes, but he could only glare.

Juliana Jacobs slipped into the car, a robust sandalwood scent mixed with a fresh pine needle aroma swept over her, making her fingertips unconsciously clutch onto the leather seat.

Realizing Evan Grant was also in the back seat, she blurted out, "Why are you sitting here?"

The two previous times he saved her, he had graciously offered her the back seat while taking the front passenger seat himself; this time was an exception.

Evan Grant slowly lifted his gaze, his indifferent eyes calmly gliding over her face.

"What, should I sit under the car?"

Juliana Jacobs was momentarily taken aback.

Recalling how he had alienated her with the rest of the group that day, her heart filled with annoyance.

"That’s not impossible."

Evan Grant’s eyebrow twitched slightly, this woman had quite the issue with him.

At this moment, Quinn Shepherd rejoined them in the car, completely unaware of the tense atmosphere inside, even jokingly commented, "Miss Jacobs, is your hair-pulling skill something you learned from a master?"

Juliana Jacobs clutched the bag of herbal medicine, sarcastically replied, "Not at all, it’s all improvised, unlike some people whose skill in kicking others when they’re down is honed through practice."

Quinn Shepherd finally noticed the tense air in the car, touched his nose, fastened his seatbelt, and fell silent.

Evan Grant’s gaze briefly swept over the bag of herbal medicine in her arms, his calm disrupted for a moment by the word "Pregnancy: 10 weeks".

He calmly spoke, "You’re pregnant?"