Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 148

He hesitated, "Mr. Jarrett, are you planning to attend the press conference tomorrow morning? But tomorrow's meeting is also very important..."

Dominic cast a glance at him.

Toby shut his mouth.

...

Upon returning home, the first thing Clara did was turn on her backup phone and call Leo Miller.

"Damn it, Clara! If you didn't answer my call, I was going to call the police!"

Leo said worriedly.

"Where have you been all night?"

"What's going on with everything online?"

"Do you need me to help with anything?"

"..."

Listening to him, Clara felt a wave of soft warmth in her heart. She took a moment before saying, "Leo, I'll explain everything to you later. Right now, I have an urgent matter I need to trouble you with..."

Leo gritted his teeth, "At a time like this, stop with the pleasantries. Just tell me what you need."

Clara's eyes grew hot, "..."

After listening, Leo agreed immediately, "Understood. I'll have someone work on it overnight. I'll make sure the items are delivered to your hands by tomorrow morning."

Clara: "Thank you, Leo."

She hung up the phone.

Holding her phone, Clara felt her anxious heart slowly settle.

Tomorrow, she would definitely make those scumbags pay the price!

...

The next day.

Early in the morning, Clara received the 'items' delivered by Leo Miller's secretary. It was a file folder that felt quite light, but its contents were weighty enough to make those scumbags pay.

Clara thanked them, took the items out of the folder, carefully placed them in her bag, and headed straight to a six-star hotel in the city center. Today's press conference was being held in a conference hall there.

Because the public opinion surrounding this incident was so intense online, major media outlets had dispatched reporters to compete for firsthand coverage.

The area outside the hotel was chaotic, teeming with people; calling it a sea of humanity wouldn't be an overstatement.

"Really?"

"..."

All sorts of mocking voices rang in her ears endlessly.

Clara stood frozen, listening expressionlessly.

She was very certain that Julian's phrase 'someone else' was referring to her.

Even at the final moment, he was still... utterly heartless and unjust to her.

Clara twitched her brow numbly and pulled a smile—it was hard to say whether it was mocking or bitter—and walked away.

...

The conference hall.

When Clara entered, the first people she saw were Seraphina and Julian, already standing on the stage. The man's expression was indifferent. His tall figure and extraordinary demeanor made him look imposing, inspiring awe just by standing there.

Aside from them, there was the man who had slashed her with a knife the day before, and another person, a stranger with a rather refined appearance, who was likely the designer Seraphina had found.

Everyone was here!