Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 184

Dominic frowned, his features shadowed with gloom.

He was just about to tell him to go away.

Toby continued, "Zane Sutton, Rosalie's husband, is here looking for you. He says he has something he needs to tell you..."

Dominic paused. After a moment, he sat up, stubbed out his cigarette, and said deeply, "Come in."

"Right away."

The next second, the door slowly pushed open.

Toby led Zane inside.

It was Zane's first time in the CEO's office. Taking in the grandiose decor and the expensive porcelain on the shelves, his heart rate instantly spiked.

If they just gave him one of those pieces, wouldn't he be rich?

Zane's beady eyes darted around as he mentally calculated the value...

Toby brought him to the front of the desk and said, "Didn't you just say you had something regarding Clara to tell Mr. Jarrett? Spit it out."

Clara?

Dominic's eyes darkened as he looked at Zane.

"What about Clara?"

Zane met his gaze for a split second, and the suffocating pressure radiating from the man instantly made him feel like he was standing on needles.

Guilty conscience getting the better of him, he shrank his shoulders, not daring to hold eye contact for another second, and quickly lowered his head.

"There are some details... I didn't make clear to you last time, Mr. Jarrett..."

"I was too nervous back then. I was terrified of saying the wrong thing and offending you, so I didn't tell the whole story. I've been thinking about it these past few days, and the more I thought, the worse I felt. I realized I had to come clean to you..."

Dominic saw right through his act. His expression was completely detached as he crossed one leg over the other, leaned back in his chair, and lit another cigarette.

Seeing this, Toby frowned and gave Zane a shove, warning, "Get to the point."

Zane's heart skipped a beat. Glancing up to see Dominic's patience wearing thin, a layer of nervous sweat broke out across his forehead.

Zane stalled again, his head dropping even lower.

"...I don't know. Clara didn't have anyone with her back then. She said she had no friends and no family. Rosalie felt sorry for her, so she took her home and looked after her for a while."

Of course, he wasn't about to mention that when Clara was brought back, she was running a severe fever, her body burning like a furnace to the point of delirium, sometimes even muttering utter nonsense.

She spent a long time recovering before she showed any improvement, but her brain was still affected. She had lost pieces of her memory, forgetting even where she came from.

Rosalie had taken her to the local authorities, but for whatever reason, the police kept dragging their feet. Over time, Rosalie gave up hope, mostly because the crushing weight of their daily life left her with zero energy. She decided to just take it one day at a time and see if Clara would eventually remember on her own.

And so, the days passed.

Back then, if he hadn't noticed the incredibly expensive items she was wearing and guessed she came from a wealthy background, coupled with the fact that she later got together with Julian, he never would have let Rosalie keep feeding her and putting her through school. What a massive waste of money that would have been.

Dominic narrowed his eyes, observing him without saying a word.

Feeling that icy, piercing stare, Zane's spine went completely rigid, terrified that his petty schemes were being seen through.

Mostly, he was afraid that if he spilled everything all at once, he'd lose all his leverage and walk away with nothing.