Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 177

The Bentley pulled up to her apartment complex.

Clara threw the door open and stepped out into the cold air. Before slamming it shut, she shot him a venomous look. "Have fun at your party, Mr. Lowell."

The heavy door slammed shut.

*Have fun?*

What kind of girlfriend told her man to go enjoy a party surrounded by other women?

Julian's face darkened until it looked murderous.

In the past, he couldn't even go to a standard business dinner without her acting like an anxious puppy, sniffing his suit for another woman's perfume the second he walked through the door.

Now, she truly didn't care at all.

Her supposed undying love was nothing but a fleeting joke.

Julian's jaw ticked. Frustrated, he pulled out another cigarette and lit it.

In the driver's seat, Arthur Higgins watched the fallout through the rearview mirror and sighed inwardly. He asked cautiously, "Boss, are we still heading to The Sovereign Lounge?"

Julian inhaled sharply, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Of course we are."

Arthur swallowed hard and put the car in drive. As they pulled away, he remembered The Lineage Dossier he had investigated last night. "Boss..."

Before he could finish the sentence, Julian's phone rang.

It was Seraphina Shaw.

Julian stared at the caller ID, an inexplicable wave of annoyance washing over him. He ignored the call entirely.

He looked back at the rearview mirror. "What were you saying?"

Arthur opened his mouth, but another call came through.

It was Mr. Zimmerman, the manager of The National Design Championship.

Julian answered. "What is it, Mr. Zimmerman?"

"Mr. Lowell... it's nothing major, just a slight issue regarding the competition slots," Mr. Zimmerman stammered nervously. "We only have one opening left. Aside from Ms. Shaw, there's another young woman who wants it. Professor Thorne has personally requested the spot for her several times, and I'm caught in the middle..."

Mr. Zimmerman was sweating bullets. On one side was the legendary Marcus Thorne; on the other, the ruthless billionaire Julian Lowell.

He couldn't afford to offend either.

Julian's eyes narrowed. Assuming the unknown girl was just one of Marcus's relatives, he answered coldly. "I understand. I'll pay Professor Thorne a visit."

Mr. Zimmerman let out a breath of immense relief. "Thank you, Mr. Lowell! I wish Ms. Shaw the best of luck in the competition!"

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