The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 303

The car arrived at Grandview Heights, and Miles slowed down.

As the gates opened and they drove into the complex, a stiff figure stood bathed in the dappled light of the streetlamps.

Julian Young.

His hair was a mess, and he looked utterly wretched as he paced outside the entrance.

Did he realize his pathetic smear campaign had failed? That Claire remained completely unfazed, refusing to back down or leave him, and now he was trying another dirty trick?

Or had he come to apologize to Claire? Banking on her soft heart, hoping she'd forgive him for the sake of OCHH's early days and their years together at school?

Disgusting piece of trash.

Miles looked up, and their eyes locked in the air.

The tenderness he always showed Claire evaporated instantly, leaving behind nothing but a bone-chilling, predatory glare.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel, fighting the overwhelming urge to slam his foot on the gas.

*Run him over.*

The dark, unfiltered thought surged in his chest. Over and over again, this rat kept testing him, trying to touch his Claire.

Even if he killed him, no one would dare touch him.

The tires shrieked against the asphalt, the entire chassis shuddering.

But Miles stopped himself. His clever girl was sleeping peacefully in the passenger seat. He couldn't scare her, and he absolutely couldn't let her see the monster lurking inside him.

He forced down the violent rage and slightly lowered the window on Claire's side.

Under the glow of the streetlamp, Julian instantly spotted Claire sleeping in the passenger seat. Miles held the wheel with one hand and reached out with the other—his knuckles sharp and elegant.

With slow, agonizingly deliberate movements, he brushed the loose hair from Claire's forehead, his fingertips tracing the soft, pale curve of her cheek. It was a calculated, blatant display of possession.

"Senior! Senior..."

Before Julian could shout any louder, Miles rolled the window up.

Julian lost his mind, sprinting after the car until the security guards at Grandview Heights tackled him. In the rearview mirror, Miles watched him thrash—broken, desperate, and entirely unhinged.

A flurry of photos of male celebrities followed. They were looking for a brand ambassador for The Urban Voyager Collection. Quinn had mostly recovered and was slowly taking back her responsibilities at OCHH.

The screen was filled with devastatingly handsome men with impeccable style.

This was exactly the kind of thing Claire loved.

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, she held her phone up and carefully scrutinized each picture.

[This one's not right. A bit too delicate. Doesn't fit the 'Voyager' vibe.]

[Absolutely not him. A friend told me he's a total player behind the scenes. Tons of secret girlfriends that his agency is working overtime to hide.]

[Oh, this one is great. Amazing proportions.]

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Claire typed out her critiques, casually zooming in on the picture of her top pick.

She was so engrossed that she didn't notice the man slowly approaching from behind, the temperature in the room plummeting with his every step.