Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 502

Glaring at Silas's retreating back, Julian felt a surge of indignity he couldn't swallow.

As the CEO of Sinclair Group, being casually dismissed in such a manner was a humiliating blow to his pride. He immediately moved to storm after him, but an arm suddenly blocked his path.

It was Arthur Vance. His tone was impeccably polite, yet firm. "Mr. Sinclair, apologies. Mr. Thorne has pressing matters to attend to. We cannot allow any further interruptions."

Already practically choking on his own rage, being physically stopped pushed Julian entirely over the edge. He glared viciously at Arthur, his mind instantly flashing to all the disgusting rumors. This was him—the man supposedly having a sordid affair with Willow. The secret paramour.

A blinding cocktail of bitterness, burning jealousy, and humiliation clouded his judgment completely.

Instead of shoving past him, Julian snapped his gaze to the tall figure just about to vanish through the doorway. His voice rang out, sharp and venomous. "Silas Thorne! Do you have any idea what your subordinate does behind your back? You've been played for a fool this entire time! Every single thing that's happened has been orchestrated by your assistant, Arthur Vance, just to get into Willow's bed!"

The heavy footsteps abruptly ceased.

Silas, who had been thoroughly indifferent and unwilling to engage, froze the moment the words echoed through the air.

He slowly turned around, his dark, bottomless eyes zeroing in on the unhinged CEO.

Beside Julian, Arthur's heart practically leaped out of his throat. A cold sweat broke out across his skin as panic gripped him.

Not this again!

This wasn't even the first time!

Julian was going to get him killed with these reckless accusations. As if he had a death wish! Did this idiot really think he'd ever have the sheer audacity to go after Willow?

He hadn't realized he wielded such monumental influence over the boss. Apparently, he was powerful enough to dictate executive decisions.

Silas simply found the entire display deeply amusing. Clearly, Julian wasn't just completely lacking in character—he was also staggeringly dense.

The predatory amusement in his eyes deepened. He briefly considered the best way to break the news to the fool—that from the very beginning, the man who had approached Willow, who had quietly paved her path, who protected her at every turn, and who was relentlessly pursuing her heart wasn't Arthur at all. It was him.

But just as Silas opened his mouth to shatter the illusion, the closed courtyard gate swung open.

Willow and Leo Yardley had just returned from checking on Ethan Walker. The second she stepped inside and spotted Julian and Vivienne, she knew trouble was brewing.

Refusing to give them the time of day, she walked straight past them toward Silas. Across the yard, Julian's face drained of color in sheer fury at the dismissal. Meanwhile, Vivienne glared at her arrival, her eyes flashing with a raw, ugly malice that she couldn't even bother to conceal.