He gave a wry smile, noticing Yvette Jacobs’s face looking displeased, wanting to offer comfort, but his throat failed him again. It was as if something was blocking it, making it impossible to speak. From the moment Jude Shaw entered, Yvette Jacobs knew she had to leave. She was no match for Jude Shaw, she was just a little star, not even having a representative work. Julian Sterling wanted to say something but was interrupted by Jude Shaw. "The door is open, Yvette, you know why we all hate you, get out, and don’t come back to Julian’s room next time." Yvette Jacobs felt her dignity was trampled on the ground, she moved forward a few steps, plunging into Julian Sterling’s embrace. "Julian, we can be together again; this time no one will interrupt us." Julian Sterling looked at her tear-stained face, feeling a pang in his heart. How strange, this was the woman he loved the most, but why was he hesitating at this moment? His hand twitched slightly, but eventually, he slowly wrapped it around her waist. He had promised to protect her, to protect her well all his life. Jude Shaw’s face flushed with anger, but he didn’t know what to do. The doctor had said, not to agitate Julian Sterling; everything had to go naturally. Yet if Julian Sterling did anything with Yvette Jacobs after Gloria Galloway’s death, it would be the ultimate sarcasm towards Gloria. He stepped forward, dragging Yvette Jacobs out, seeing Julian Sterling wanting to stop him, he sneered. "If you’d fight me for this woman, I won’t see you as a brother anymore." Julian Sterling was stunned in place, opening his mouth, unable to retort for a moment. The consequences were too severe. Jude Shaw dragged Yvette Jacobs outside, seeing the woman’s proud face, he felt a rush of anger surging in his heart. Yvette Jacobs flicked her hair, corners of her mouth curved up. "Julian has now forgotten Gloria Galloway, hasn’t he? I’ll seize this opportunity well." Jude Shaw stuffed her into the car, hands grasping her neck. "Seize the opportunity? Do you think I’ll give you the chance?" Yvette Jacobs, unable to move from his grip, looked at his furious face, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. If she didn’t take a hint, this man would surely kill her. She didn’t want that. "Keep a good watch on her, don’t let her out without my command." Jude Shaw instructed the person beside him, got out of the car, and went into another vehicle. Julian Sterling sat in the room, waiting for the two to return, sighed. He turned over his phone, finding all the messages deleted, it was so strange, he never had the habit of deleting messages before. He called Hugo Quinn, but just before the call was connected, he nervously hung up. Eleanor Hollis heard Hugo Quinn’s phone ring, but as soon as she pressed the answer button, the other side hung up. She furrowed her brow, looked down to see it was Julian Sterling’s number, raised her eyebrows. Julian Sterling is not stupid, he must have discovered something, right? Official source ıs 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 Hugo Quinn was holding a fork, eating fruit with Marcus. "Mm, he probably felt something was wrong, wanted to call to verify, but he hung up." Eleanor Hollis sat beside him, handed him the phone. Hugo Quinn didn’t take it, gave Marcus a segment of orange. "He’ll eventually figure it out." The three rested on the sofa all afternoon, rare to have such relaxing moments, recently too many things had happened. Eleanor Hollis was planning a place to play, but Old Master Dawson’s call came. The last incident at Dawson Family had angered Old Master Dawson, who, after returning, had gathered his people, removed the butler, and replaced all those disloyal to the Dawson Family. Now the Dawson Family was entirely under Old Master Dawson’s command. "Ashley is missing, Eleanor, I told you before, until the child is born, you are forbidden to fight internally." Eleanor Hollis’s face darkened; Old Master Dawson suspected that the incident with Ashley Dawson was her doing. But recently, because of Julian Sterling’s amnesia, she hadn’t the energy to deal with matters of the Dawson Family. As soon as she uttered these three words, the other party hung up. Even though she saved Old Master Dawson last time, her relationship with him was still distant. True, how could two people separated for so many years become close friends in such a short time? Whenever such incidents occurred, Old Master Dawson would invariably suspect her first. "Was it Dylan Dawson?" Could that person have returned early? But Cole Crawford was monitoring everything overseas, if Dylan Dawson really made a move, Cole Crawford would notice. Hugo Quinn furrowed his brow, feeling uneasy, fearing Dylan Dawson’s maneuvers would be more radical this time after the previous setbacks. That person never considered consequences, who knows what means he would use to retaliate. "Eleanor, I’ll send you and Marcus to my brother’s place." That was the only safe place. Eleanor Hollis’s heart skipped, realizing Hugo Quinn planned to stay behind to face the enemy alone? "Hubby, maybe it’s not Dylan Dawson. Ashley Dawson is inherently clever and scheming; this might well be her machination, we should wait and see." At this moment, Ashley Dawson was trembling, kneeling before a man, with her large belly making her movements clumsy. Dylan Dawson held a gun, not doing anything else, slowly wiping the barrel with a piece of cloth. "I still have a child in my belly, Dylan, for the sake of the years we’ve known each other, let me go." Ashley Dawson’s voice trembled; whenever facing Dylan Dawson, she was filled with fear, a kind of terror radiating from within. Dylan Dawson looked down, seeing the fear in her eyes, his mouth curved. "You’ve lived comfortably during my absence, haven’t you? Ashley, don’t you hate Eleanor? Then why haven’t you acted yet?" Ashley Dawson knelt, her knees reddening, her belly vaguely aching. "I... I’m no match for Eleanor Hollis right now; she has Hugo Quinn behind her. Only by getting hold of the Dawson Family can I have the chance to defeat her." Ashley Dawson’s sweat was like a waterfall, wetting her entire back. Dylan Dawson squinted, his mouth curved. "That old man conspired with Hugo Quinn last time against me, and he deserves to die." Ashley Dawson shivered, not daring to speak. If it’s Dylan Dawson, he might really pull it off. "Do you choose that old man or choose me?" His words were straightforward, seemingly giving two options, but Ashley Dawson was well aware, if she continued to stand on the old man’s side, her fate would be death. Dylan Dawson wouldn’t let her walk out alive.