Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 142

Clara blinked lightly, quite surprised. She originally thought he was going to interrogate her again, or perhaps persuade her not to hold a grudge against Seraphina.

She was sick of hearing apologies lately, but she really didn't want to argue with him.

She looked down at her phone and replied indifferently, "It's fine."

Julian paused, looking at her tranquil profile. He felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart...

"Clara..." After a long time, he called her name softly, wanting to explain about Seraphina.

Seraphina had indeed acted out of line this time, and he would certainly scold her later. But if this matter blew up, it would affect the entire project, and it would affect Clara as the project manager.

But the next moment.

A ringtone suddenly broke the silence.

A custom ringtone.

Seraphina.

Clara's fingers paused on her screen, and the corner of her mouth twitched...

Julian frowned, took his phone from the console, and answered it.

Instantly, a man's vulgar and crude voice came from the other end.

"Seraphina, how can you be so shameless to steal Clara's work!"

"Did you even design that? Can you sleep at night thinking about what you've done?"

"So shameless! People like you should just die!"

"..."

Crash!

Accompanied by the sound of something heavy falling, Seraphina screamed in terror. "Ah! Help!"

Julian slammed on the brakes, gripping his phone tightly. "Sera! What's happening over there?"

Hearing her own name, Clara also frowned and looked at him.

"Julian, I don't know who leaked my home address, but someone came to get revenge on me... Help, help... I never stole Clara's work..."

Julian's gaze grew even colder. "Are you sure you revised that design yourself? You didn't ask anyone else for help?"

"Clara, do you realize that if this is investigated, someone in your position could end up in court?"

Clara met his gaze, shivering involuntarily under the chilling frost in his eyes—she didn't know if her body was cold or if her heart was colder.

She understood now.

He thought she had planned all along to use the design issue to ruin Seraphina, and everything tonight was just the fuse...

A wave of suffocation washed over Clara. Her fingers tightened around her phone, her lips trembling as she managed to say, "I have a clear conscience. You're welcome to investigate and hold me accountable."

But this firmness didn't cause Julian to waver in the slightest.

He gave her a cold look, then drove straight to Seraphina's house, calling Arthur Higgins on the way to have him contact the police.

Listening to his almost unfeeling voice, Clara kept her lips pressed tightly together, pale and bitter.

The car drove very fast, and a churning sensation gradually rose from her stomach, pressing against her lungs.

She felt intensely nauseous and wanted to throw up, but nothing came out...