Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 151

But she couldn't just let it go.

She shot another glance at Zackary Crane.

Zackary paused, then glared at Clara Vance. His eyes darted like a cornered rat in a gutter, radiating a desperate, destructive energy.

Clara frowned, wondering what kind of stunt they were about to pull next.

Right at that moment.

A group of young women suddenly burst into the conference hall. They pointed furiously at Zackary and Silas Vane. "You absolute scum! Ruining people's lives again!"

"That's him! He stalked me multiple times!"

"Bastard!"

"And you, you fraud of a designer! We want our money back!"

The room erupted in chaos. Zackary was so overwhelmed by the verbal assault he couldn't form a single word. He squatted on the floor, covering his head, while Silas cowered in the corner, trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the reporters finally grasped the truth. Zackary and Silas were undeniable frauds who had intentionally dragged Clara's name through the mud.

And as for the mastermind behind this setup... the answer was blatantly obvious.

The press wasn't about to let such a golden opportunity slip by. They surged forward, thrusting their microphones toward Seraphina Shaw.

"Ms. Shaw, now that the truth is out and Ms. Vance's name is cleared, do you have a statement?"

"Ms. Shaw..."

The barrage of questions was relentless.

Seraphina never expected things to spiral this far out of control. Ultimately, she was just a student who had never faced a real crisis. Trembling violently with fear, she was forced to backpedal under the intense pressure.

"I... I... It wasn't..."

All the color drained from her face. Her throat tightened, rendering her completely speechless, and she didn't even dare to look at Julian Lowell.

It was an unprecedented humiliation.

How did it end up like this?

Standing off to the side, Clara politely declined the reporters' requests for interviews. She watched the scene unfold quietly for a moment before letting out a soft scoff. The suffocating weight that had pressed on her chest for so long finally lifted.

She didn't know how those women had found their way here. Perhaps Leo Miller had tracked them down. If so, he had done her a massive favor.

She was just turning to leave.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Julian's gaze. He was staring at her, his eyes as deep and cold as the winter night sky.

If she wasn't mistaken, he had been watching her this entire time.

What was he looking at?

Feeling a sense of profound relief, Clara thought of the women who had arrived at the perfect moment. She pulled out her phone and texted Leo:

[How did you manage to find those women?]

Leo had been waiting for her update: [What women?]

Clara paused in confusion: [The women who were scammed by Zackary and that designer. Didn't you send them?]

Leo: [No, I don't really know much about that side of things. I just did what you asked me to do. I didn't find those women. It must have been someone else.]

Someone else.

Clara's grip on her phone tightened as a specific name flashed through her mind.

Julian Lowell.

Very few people knew about Zackary and the designer in the first place. Add in the need for serious money and influence to pull off that kind of stunt, and he was the only logical answer.

Clara pressed her lips together, her emotions suddenly a tangled mess.

Right then, a soft, delicate voice drifted from behind her. "Julian, thank you for helping me."

Clara's mind went blank. Clutching her phone, she slowly turned around, her eyes widening in shock.

There they were, Julian and Seraphina, walking out of the hotel doors side by side. He was tall and commanding, she was petite and demure. They looked like the perfect couple.