The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 36

His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white.

"Fine, Claire. You're doing just great! Throwing a tantrum and running away just because I got engaged? If you have the guts, don't you ever come back!"

The next day.

Claire woke up early and headed straight to the company.

The entrance to Luna Atelier's independent office was an absolute disaster zone.

Betty was crouched on the floor, frantically gathering the scattered items, sobbing uncontrollably. "Stop throwing them! Please, stop!"

"Claire stitched these by hand! You're ruining everything!"

A group of people was aggressively shoving design drafts, fabric swatches, and even priceless pieces of Artisanal Silk Embroidery into cardboard boxes like literal garbage, chucking them out of the office.

Blinding rage shot straight to Claire's head. She stormed forward. "Stop right now! Who gave you permission to touch my things?"

The staff from the design department exchanged awkward looks and murmured defensively.

"Claire, we didn't want to do this."

"But Mr. Sterling gave the order himself."

The group nervously glanced behind Claire.

Jefferson was standing near the entrance of the design department, casually watching the chaos unfold, a chilling frost in his eyes.

Claire suppressed her fury. "What is the meaning of this?"

Remembering the dead-empty apartment last night, Jefferson's rage flared as he sneered.

"Didn't you want to leave? I'm just helping you make a clean break."

"The company has other plans for this office."

Yvonne stepped out in her stilettos, her smile a picture of warmth and elegance. "Claire, I'm so sorry. This is my fault."

"I've been working on the acquisition proposal for OCHH Luxury, and the project team needed a dedicated space. Jefferson said your office would be perfect."

She looked at the devastation on the floor, her tone oozing with fake sincerity.

The disobedient little bird had to learn her place. He had countless ways to torture her into submission.

He slowly adjusted his cuffs, his tone casual and dominant. "What I give, I can easily take away."

Claire shot him a withering look. "Take it away, then. I don't care anymore."

Jefferson's face turned completely rigid. "You..."

Claire ignored him entirely. She and Betty packed up the rest of the ruined items and temporarily moved them into a Sterling Holdings storage unit.

She didn't have time to deal with Jefferson right now. She had much more important things to focus on—the final phase of the Crescent Moon Couture designs—an internal exchange meeting.

Claire had been preparing for this for a long time to put Luna Atelier on the map.

Three days later, on the third floor of Crescent Moon Couture's headquarters.

As Claire walked down the aisle past the VIP seats, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing a specific nameplate.

Miles Zimmerman?! What was he doing here...