He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 622

"What do you mean?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

For all these years, she hadn't known of any bad blood between Julian and Sebastian.

On the surface, the Campbell and Hayes families had zero interaction.

And it wasn't just her—the entire business world believed the exact same thing.

But his words just now shattered that illusion.

Without skipping a beat, Sebastian elaborated smoothly, "Julian has spent years tripping me up from the shadows."

Helena fell quiet, offering no response.

He didn't seem particularly interested in dragging the conversation out either.

"I'll go bring dinner out," he said, pivoting the subject.

She took a seat in silence.

As Sebastian stepped into the dining area, her peripheral vision tracked the direction where Julian's car had vanished.

The turbulent, churning feeling in her stomach suddenly became impossible to ignore.

Meanwhile—

Julian stared at his disconnected phone, his eyes turning predatory and cold.

His large hands gripped the steering wheel tight.

The veins on the back of his hands bulged under the strain of his violently suppressed emotions.

But instead of exploding, he started the engine and drove away.

He didn't want to bring any trouble to her doorstep.

Yet the suffocating anger kept burning inside him.

Just as the engine roared to life, his phone buzzed.

It was Jensen Shaw.

Julian answered it immediately.

Jensen's urgent voice spilled through the speaker. "Boss, someone is looking into the DNA evidence from six years ago."

"Who?" Julian demanded coldly. "Sebastian?"

"It doesn't look like Mr. Hayes directly. This group has no obvious ties to him. We're still tracking them. But don't worry, the DNA verification will only yield the original results," Jensen assured him quickly.

Julian gave a low grunt of acknowledgment, saying nothing more.

Jensen ended the call.

Testing the waters, he remarked, "You know, Julian seems quite invested in you."

She looked up at him and let out a soft laugh.

"Mr. Hayes, who doesn't know about the friction between you and Mr. Campbell? You dragged me here in broad daylight. If he found out, of course he'd be furious. Isn't it perfectly normal for him to show up?" she replied nonchalantly.

Her logic was airtight.

"Between him and me, I highly doubt I'm important enough for him to go to war over," she added with a dismissive smile.

"You seem to know him very well," he noted, raising an eyebrow.

"Understanding the boss is just basic survival instinct," she beamed brightly.

But the smile never reached her eyes.

It was blatantly clear she had zero interest in continuing the discussion.

He didn't push it.

She went back to her meal.

With practiced ease, she picked out all the green peppers and onions she wouldn't eat and pushed them to the side of her plate.

He watched her do it, his gaze turning somber, though he kept his mouth shut.