Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 15

Benny had been driving for her for a year and was quite familiar with her. Seeing her eating plain bread again, he couldn't help but remind her.

"Manager Vance, it's not good to just eat bread all the time. It's still early. How about I drop you off at a restaurant for a proper meal before heading to the office?"

Clara paused, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I'm not very hungry. Let's just go back to the office."

She had no appetite at all.

Seeing this, the driver didn't push further and drove toward the company.

...

Half an hour later, at Lowell Industries.

Clara had just arrived on her floor and greeted a passing colleague.

She was walking toward her office.

When her assistant, Nora Quinn's loud and frantic voice drifted over.

"Boss! You're finally back! I sent you so many messages, why didn't you reply?"

Clara looked ahead and reached out to steady her.

Apologizing softly, "I'm sorry, I was busy and didn't check my phone on the way. What happened?"

Nora caught her breath and was about to speak.

When a familiar female voice drifted from the direction of Clara's office. It was arrogant and bossy.

"Move all these things out. Hurry up and clear the space for me."

The cleaning lady sounded very conflicted. "Ms. Shaw, this office is Manager Vance's. Without her permission, we wouldn't dare move anything..."

Seraphina scoffed. "This company belongs to my brother. Clara is just an employee. Are you going to listen to me or her? Go clean it up."

Clara's ears rang.

Nora instantly lost her temper. Muttering a low curse, she was about to storm over and confront Seraphina. "Damn it, what kind of bullshit is that!"

Clara's rationality returned. She quickly pulled Nora back, patting her hand to soothe her. "Don't be impulsive. I'll go see."

"Boss!"

Nora looked at her with a mix of pity and lingering anger.

"It's fine."

Julian looked over upon hearing the call. His cold, thin gaze swept past the onlookers as he walked over.

"What's going on?"

Seraphina stepped forward and linked her arm through his, looking down at Clara with arrogant entitlement.

Speaking in French, she said, "Julian, Clara doesn't respect you at all. She won't let me use the office, and she... she even yelled at me!"

"Julian, she just hates me. She's polite and gentle to everyone else, but the moment she opens her mouth to me, it's just scolding."

Julian glanced at the silent Clara, furrowed his brows, and replied in French, "She scolded you?"

Clara stood with a heavy frown, automatically translating their conversation in her head. She couldn't help but dig her nails into her palms. When she looked up and met the man's cold eyes, her heart ached once more...

For a moment, she didn't know whether to call him cold and heartless, or just overly indulgent toward Seraphina.

Seraphina's voice continued, the two of them conversing in French as if no one else were there.

It made Clara feel like a mere background prop.

"Julian, you have to do something about her. I've grown up so much, and you've never even scolded me, but she treats me like this..."