The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 135

Claire took the envelope and looked up at the man in front of her.

Through the rough paper, her fingertips felt something solid.

Miles remained expressionless, completely ignoring the chatter around them.

"Come on, Boss Jenner, open it!"

"What kind of treasure could fit in a document file?"

The media cameras were practically shoved into Claire's hands.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she popped the crease of the envelope and pulled out the contents.

It was a bright red certificate, stamped with gleaming gold letters.

A property deed.

Claire's heart hammered in her chest. She flipped it open, and under the owner's name, her own name was clearly printed.

Property location: Square One Plaza, entire building.

Miranda peeked over, saw it, and burst out laughing at her brother.

"Not bad, kid. You finally figured things out."

The whispering stopped instantly, replaced by a collective, echoing gasp.

"The property deed for Square One Plaza in the financial district?"

"Am I seeing things? The whole building?"

"How many millions of dollars is that worth?!"

The camera flashes erupted, shutters clicking like a thunderstorm.

Miles remained calm and composed. He leaned in, his voice low and raspy. "Congratulations on the opening. Wishing you booming business."

Claire's fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the deed.

She remembered that day in his office, teasing him about whether he was going to pay her rent. He had looked down and coldly replied, "Nothing better to do."

At the time, she secretly roasted him for not knowing how to say sweet things.

As it turned out.

He bought the entire building.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Claire's lips. She lowered her voice so only the two of them could hear.

"Dr. Zimmerman, didn't you say you had nothing better to do?"

He looked away. "Yes. Indeed, I had nothing better to do."

Cheers erupted, and the media snapped away with renewed frenzy.

Customers flooded into the bustling store as Claire busily welcomed everyone.

Suddenly, a large black truck parked outside, and a few workers carefully began unloading a massive object.

"Another gift?"

"What is that? It's huge."

"Looks like a display mannequin."

Claire turned to look. The workers were carrying a glass display case housing an adult female mannequin.

It was draped in a flowing, pearl-white gown.

She froze.

It was from OCHH Luxury's "New Star" collection from six years ago—the piece that made her famous, a design no one had been able to surpass.

The dress on the mannequin wasn't a factory final, but the original sample she had sewn stitch by stitch all those years ago.

She never expected it to be perfectly preserved. She assumed Quinn Lennox had destroyed it long ago.

Which meant—this dress had been sent by Quinn.