Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Chapter 279 Uncovering My Wife’s Secrets

Layla Cory was only 19 years old. Although she was scheming, she was nothing compared to people like Julian Parks, who had many years of experience on this kind of battlefield. She had no idea there was a deeper meaning behind Julian's question. She followed the preplanned script and regurgitated her lines with a sobbing voice, "Julian... I... I don't know why I'm here either. I was on my way to school when someone inexplicably knocked me out with a stick. When I woke up, I found out I had been kidnapped. Boo hoo..." At this moment, Grandpa Samuel groaned in pain again. Julian panicked. "Grandpa!" He saw at once that Grandpa Samuel's leg was bleeding. His eyes turned bloodshot and he uttered through tightly gritted teeth, "Dammit!" Pow!

Julian sent another flying kick to one of the men who was holding onto Grandpa Samuel earlier. The kick was so vicious that it sent the man flying and he smashed into the wall with a loud crash. Initially, the two men were crouching on the ground, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack on Julian. In the end, after one of them was kicked so hard that he cried out in pain, the other person instantly lost the courage to approach again. He stepped back cautiously, afraid of angering Julian.

However, pretending to be docile at this point could no longer mollify Julian's anger. He landed another kick on the man who was trying to sneak away and sent him flying too. Immediately after that, his sharp gaze shot toward the woman in the black butterfly mask. The woman's eyes widened slightly in fear. "Julian..." Grandpa Samuel saw that Julian seemed to have gone berserk, and was afraid that he would lose all rationality. In his opinion, their current situation was already very advantageous. Their best course of action now was to leave immediately and then call the police.

Whether these people were kidnappers or murderers, they would be handed over to the police. Julian shouldn't be taking things into his own hands and getting his hands stained with blood in the process. "Grandpa..." Tears welled up in Julian's eyes. Annalise knew that Julian was too worried about Grandpa Samuel now. He was no longer able to remain calm and rational. She immediately signaled with her eye to Trevor to take over the dagger in her hand. Trevor took over the dagger at once and held the woman in the black butterfly mask hostage. Annalise rushed over and squatted down. She immediately deployed the silver needles to help Grandpa Samuel stop the bleeding.

Annalise who had not protected Grandpa Samuel well. It was Julian himself. The moment he pounced on Grandpa

was all tensed up Julian was extremely thankful that Annalise was unharmed at that moment. He was even more gratified to see that she had the upper hand. When he saw that Annalise was fine, he then immediately checked Grandpa Samuel's condition. Upon hearing Layla crying for help, Julian felt extremely disgusted. Regardless of whether she was his savior or not, at this moment, he did not have the mood to care about her, even if it made him look heartless and callous. When Julian held her hand tightly, Annalise suddenly felt at ease. She said to him comfortingly, "It's alright. I'll take care of

Caretech Pharmaceutical Company. Now, she had rushed here and even held her adversary hostage. Needless to say, she must have gone through quite a battle. "I'm fine. Don't worry," Annalise said. In order to make Julian feel more at ease, she said softly, "The baby is fine too. He's very obedient. Don't worry!" "Mm-hmm." Julian tightened his grip on Annalise's hand. He had calmed down completely. He then said to Annalise, "Let's leave first!" He picked up Grandpa Samuel and stood up. Next, he turned to Trevor

That was absolutely impossible! She immediately signaled to Layla with her eyes.

You collapsed to the ground, and I helped to perform acupuncture on you..." Julian Parks interrupted her, "Which day was it?" Layla said, "I'don't remember what day it was, but remember that it was in the month of May. The weather was still

so clearly, it would seem too fake. Nancy knew the details so well because her aunt Sybil Xander had a habit of keeping a diary. Sybil's writing was not good, but she was great at keeping track of day-to-day accounts of events. She would even record what happened to her very close friends, or if they shared some important or interesting matter with her, she would record all