CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 155: HURRY UP, I WANT TO SEE HER

Juliana clutched the corner of her hospital gown, remained silent for a moment, then replied with just three words: "I won’t see him."

Quinn Shepherd was slightly startled upon hearing this response.

Though he couldn’t understand her reasons, this "refusal" unexpectedly enlivened the most challenging path in the game.

It ensured his boss wouldn’t be embroiled in scandal, yet allowed him to do what needed to be done for her.

Elias Langley focused his gaze for two seconds, then looked at Adrian Langley, "Apply to see her as a lawyer."

Jared Langley, worried about a possible short departure, quickly added, "Before, we couldn’t even see the person; someone was applying pressure from behind. At least now with Uncle here, all regular procedures can continue."

Just as he finished speaking, Elias Langley’s phone rang; it was Victor Langley calling.

"Have you reached Kenton?" Victor Langley asked.

"Yes, I’m here."

"Then why haven’t you come back yet?" Victor Langley inquired.

"I’m staying at a hotel."

Victor Langley paused for a moment, "Let’s talk."

Langley Residence, study room.

At two in the morning, the lights were still on.

Victor Langley looked at the brother he had never felt close to since childhood, "Do you know how difficult it was to get to where you are now?"

Elias Langley remained expressionless, "Do you want to know, brother?"

Victor Langley was momentarily speechless, "I know you’ve spent more time with the Sinclairs than the Langleys since you were young. If that’s the case, why not stay in Kingsford to fulfill your filial duties to your in-laws when you’re free?"

Elias Langley did not answer.

Victor Langley continued, "Since you’ve married into their family, you should act like a son-in-law. Besides, the Sinclairs have two daughters, you could..."

Elias Langley interrupted him, "If you called me here so late just to say this, then I’m leaving."

"Elias!" Victor Langley sighed, "Don’t get involved in Jared’s matters!"

Elias Langley looked puzzled, "I’ve never interfered with him."

"Jared is still too young and easily confused by emotions. Of course, the other person lacks restraint, having a family but still seducing him. As elders, we can’t just let him act on impulse."

Elias Langley thought for two seconds, "I still don’t understand what you mean, brother."

His brother was just emotionally insensitive, always preferring to talk things out clearly.

"It’s Jared’s business if he seeks you out. I can’t let it go. If something happens to Evan Grant’s woman, naturally, the Grant Family will handle it. It’s not up to an outsider like him to overstep. The Langley Family’s reputation is not something to be tarnished by him."

After hearing his words, Elias Langley slowly stood up.

"If it’s your concern, brother, that’s your business, and it has nothing to do with me. As I’ve always said, I do not interfere in his affairs. If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave now."

"Elias..."

Victor Langley knew him fairly well. His brother’s lack of absolute refusal meant there was a possibility he would agree with Jared.

"...I absolutely won’t agree to that woman entering the Langley Family."

Elias Langley was about to leave but turned back to look at his older brother upon hearing this statement.

"The Langley Family’s reputation has always been well-maintained by you, brother. If you truly feel Jared is a disgrace to the family, then you can stop all contact with him forever."

Victor Langley was instantly infuriated, "He’s my son; we’re family. How can you say such a thing?"

But Elias Langley, displeased, offered no explanation and left without looking back.

Is everyone blind?

Why does everyone think Jared is entangled with her?

Could it be he’s too old to qualify as the lover?

...

Adrian Langley’s visitation application was quickly approved.

He brought Summer Shaw’s personally made porridge to Juliana.

Juliana, having vomited blood yesterday and still looking very pale, managed to take only two sips before her stomach discomfort made her gently push it away.

Adrian Langley had a serious expression.

"Second Uncle said you’ll stay here until you clear your name. He won’t let you return to that place again. But the biggest problem now is those sneakers. They’ve found the victim’s blood on them, as well as fiber remnants on your socks. The pressure from above is likely being pushed by Isaac Grant’s backer. You’ve really hit a wall this time."

Juliana slightly raised her eyes, her tone unusually calm, "I remembered those shoes—yes, they’re mine. But I rarely wear them; they’ve always been stored in the shoe cabinet at Platinum Bay. I didn’t take them when I left. Currently, the only person with free access to Platinum Bay is Stella Windsor."

Adrian Langley had a moment of realization, "You’re saying Stella Windsor and Isaac Grant are working together?"

Juliana gave a slight smile, "Those two have probably been in cahoots for a while now."

She paused and returned to the main topic, "I want the fingerprints on the sneakers re-examined. Also, please arrange for someone to collect samples from the walk-in closet at Platinum Bay—if they find Stella Windsor’s fingerprints there too, my suspicion will be considerably reduced."

Adrian Langley smirked, "Juliana, I can handle these tasks for you."

Juliana maintained a calm demeanor, "If you want to be absolutely sure that I get out, let your Second Uncle handle it."

Adrian Langley was speechless.

After conveying Juliana’s request, Quinn Shepherd personally executed the procedures to have the trace lab re-evaluate the evidence.

However, a stunning piece of news came from over there.

The crucial evidence, the sneakers, had surprisingly vanished.

In a bar, in a private room.

"The evidence room records show that the sneakers had been ’legally retrieved,’ but the person who supposedly signed for them denies ever picking them up," said Quinn Shepherd.

Elias Langley gently swirled the wine glass in his hand, "What about the surveillance?"

"It can’t be accessed."

It wasn’t that it couldn’t be accessed; it was Isaac Grant’s backers testing his resolve.

Elias Langley let out a mocking laugh, "Then investigate all the related personnel at the detention center, as well as the bank records of their immediate family."

Quinn Shepherd was stunned. That’s a huge undertaking.

"Can’t do it?" Elias Langley asked.

Quinn Shepherd pursed his lips, "It’s possible. But since Evan Grant is on a business trip and not at Platinum Bay, do you mean to use drastic measures to enter and collect fingerprints?"

"No," Elias Langley said firmly, "everything must be done through proper channels. I remember she has a good relationship with the housemaid at Platinum Bay. Let Adrian Langley go to the hospital to get the maid’s contact information."

Miles Monroe, sitting nearby, had a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "Isn’t this... a bit too attentive?"

Elias Langley remained silent.

Miles Monroe simply moved over to his side, "Just be honest for once in front of us brothers, are you really invested? If you say yes, I won’t pursue her."

Elias Langley clicked his tongue.

Miles Monroe burst into laughter, "How intriguing, something you dare to do but don’t dare to admit."

Elias Langley shifted his gaze, looking elsewhere.

Miles Monroe put an arm on his shoulder, speaking with rare seriousness.

"You fulfilled the marriage contract, marrying a memorial tablet, but at the end of the day, it’s just a transaction. Using three years of marital status to repay Mr. Sinclair for saving your life and to obtain the remedy to lift the curse on the Langley Family. You kept your promise, which was right. But legally, you’re still single and have the right to pursue your own happiness, which is also correct."

He clinked his glass against Elias Langley’s.

"For someone like you, in your thirties now, how many women will there be in your life whom you take the initiative to pursue? Some fates, once missed, are gone forever. Why tie yourself down with a ghost marriage?"

After speaking, he downed his drink and stood up.

"I’m advising you, not out of kindness. But make up your mind quickly, otherwise, I might just make my move."

The private room door closed softly, cutting off Miles Monroe’s departing figure.

Elias Langley put down his drink, looked at Quinn Shepherd, "No need to check into Dorian Lowell’s identity anymore; treat her as if she’s who she appears to be."

Quinn Shepherd’s eyes widened in surprise.

Has he made a choice?

Elias Langley ignored his shocked expression, eyes clear and resolute, continued, "Move quickly, I want to see her."