Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 122

Clara glanced at the message and smiled as she typed her reply:

[I know a little. It's actually not perfectly revised yet. Once it gets past Ms. Shaw tonight, I'll have a professional designer polish it up.]

After sending the text, she had to hurry to the estate to meet Ms. Shaw, so she didn't check her phone again. She slipped into her coat, grabbed her purse, and headed straight out the door.

Because of that, she completely missed the shocked messages flooding the group chat:

[What? The boss revised this? That's insane! I think she's more than qualified to be our chief designer.]

[The boss is full of hidden talents! If she's this incredible just tweaking someone else's work, imagine if she drafted her own?]

[...]

...

Clara only saw the messages after she was already in her car.

Honestly, it gave her a tremendous sense of accomplishment.

Still, she typed out a quick warning:

[Let's keep this conversation strictly between us. Don't go repeating this around the office.]

If Julian caught wind of it, he would immediately assume she was bullying Seraphina again.

After hitting send, she put the estate into her GPS and drove off.

But it was already too late. Seraphina, who had come to the office to find Julian, overheard the commotion the moment she stepped off the elevator.

Right now, she was standing perfectly still in the hallway outside the main work area.

Inside, the chatter was in full swing.

"The boss is seriously amazing."

"Right? We don't even need Seraphina."

"We should just let the boss handle all the drafting from now on."

"..."

Seraphina stood frozen in place, her mind going completely blank.

She was a top-tier graduate from a prestigious art academy, a genius in the eyes of her professors.

And Clara, a total amateur, managed to outshine her with just a few casual tweaks?

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