Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 125

Seraphina met Clara's gaze boldly, her smile widening as she pressed the attack. "Don't be shy, Manager Vance. You spent so much time preparing it. Take it out and let Ms. Shaw see. I'm actually quite curious myself."

At her words, the maids in the room turned their attention to Clara, looking expectant.

It was a classic setup: elevate her high, just to watch her crash to the ground.

In the distance, Dominic observed the spectacle in silence. A faint twitch crossed his lips as his long fingers absentmindedly tapped a rhythmic beat against his coffee cup.

Clara pressed her lips together, scrambling for an excuse to brush it off.

Suddenly, Phoebe stepped toward her. She took Clara's hand and began walking her toward the doorway, flashing a bright, dismissive smile.

"Oh, please. We've worked together for so long, there's no need for formal gifts between us. We can look at whatever it is later."

Clara blinked in surprise.

Seraphina froze, a mix of pure disbelief and burning humiliation washing over her.

Phoebe's casual declaration of being "close" with Clara felt like a stinging slap across Seraphina's face.

Biting her lip, Seraphina forced herself to swallow her fury and hurried after them.

But as she walked, she noticed something that made her blood boil: Phoebe had casually unpinned the rose brooch and left it sitting forgotten on the entryway console. Meanwhile, she was chatting happily with Clara.

"I recently acquired some beautiful new tea sets and some exceptional blends. Let's head out to the tea pavilion so you can try them."

"That sounds wonderful, thank you, Ms. Shaw."

"..."

It was painfully obvious who Phoebe valued more.

Seraphina watched their retreating backs, her fingers curling tightly into fists.

This old hag was completely disrespecting her—and by extension, Julian!

Swallowing her pride, she forced her legs to follow them out.

She was going to wait for the perfect moment. Let's see how Ms. Shaw reacts when she finds out Clara's so-called "genius" is nothing but stolen credit from another designer's hard work!

Behind them.

Dominic narrowed his eyes at Seraphina's back, then shifted his gaze through the floor-to-ceiling glass to watch Clara walking side-by-side with Phoebe.

Bathed in the warm winter sunlight, her skin looked luminous. She spoke with a gentle elegance, every smile and gesture radiating a beautiful, comforting warmth that just drew people in.

Out in the tea pavilion.

Clara and Phoebe had been sitting for a while before Seraphina finally caught up to them.

Phoebe barely acknowledged her arrival, simply instructing a maid to pour her a cup of tea before immediately turning her attention back to Clara to discuss the project.

"So, how are the designs coming along? It's been a while; you must have some finalized drafts by now?"

Seraphina wasn't an idiot—she could feel Phoebe's blatant dislike for her. But she didn't care anymore. She sat calmly on her stool, sipping her tea, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Clara nodded. She pulled the printed drafts from her bag and handed them respectfully to Phoebe.

"Yes, the designs are ready. Please, take a look."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. She set her teacup down and took the papers. The moment her eyes scanned the page, she was mesmerized. The details were exquisite—neither too cluttered nor too bare. It was perfectly balanced.

"The detailing on this is absolutely stunning!"

"This has clearly been refined, hasn't it?"

"Looking at this, I can tell it wasn't done by a single person. Whoever revised this has a much higher skill level than the original artist!"