Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 127

Seraphina went completely pale, utterly incapable of meeting his gaze. She looked nothing like the arrogant girl from just moments ago.

"I... I..."

Clara glanced at Dominic. Truthfully, she was completely caught off guard. She never expected him to actually step in and defend her.

But right now, she couldn't let Seraphina drag an innocent colleague into this mess.

She quickly intervened, cutting Seraphina off. "Seraphina, others might have just been gossiping, but you chose to publicly accuse me without a single shred of evidence. That is a complete lack of professional integrity."

Seraphina gritted her teeth, unable to force a single word past her lips.

Dominic cast a sideways glance at Clara.

Clara felt a prickle of tension run down her spine. She knew that look—he was annoyed. Annoyed that she had interrupted him, annoyed that she wasn't being ruthless enough.

But she genuinely had no other choice. She refused to let collateral damage ruin someone else's career.

She shot him a quiet, pleading look.

Dominic's dark eyes shifted slightly, his calloused finger tapping rhythmically against the armrest.

For whatever inexplicable reason, he actually let the matter drop.

Seeing this, Clara let out a silent breath of relief.

"If that's the case, an apology is in order. You don't expect Ms. Vance to simply swallow your baseless slander, do you?" Dominic suddenly stated.

Clara blinked in surprise.

Seraphina felt like her head was going to explode.

For years, thanks to the Lowell family's backing, people had always bowed and scraped for her. She had never been forced to lower her head to anyone—especially not to the woman she despised the most!

It was an agonizing humiliation.

But Dominic wasn't opening a negotiation. "Well?"

A single word, laced with lethal authority.

Seraphina's remaining defenses shattered instantly, all her fabricated pride crumbling to dust.

Her spine went rigid. She bit her lip so hard it nearly bled, struggling for several agonizing seconds before forcing the words out of her throat. "I'm sorry, Manager Vance. I shouldn't have slandered you..."

Clara looked down at Seraphina's defeated, pathetic posture.

She couldn't deny it—she felt a profound sense of vindication. It felt incredible.

And this sheer satisfaction had been handed to her by the very man who usually made her nervous and intimidated.

She couldn't help but glance at Dominic again.

But the man wasn't looking at her. His long, elegant fingers gripped the handle of a teapot as he poured himself a fresh cup, his expression completely detached.

It was as if stepping in to crush her enemy had been nothing more than a casual afterthought.

And maybe it was.

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