Then, remembering the rumors she'd heard over the last few days—that he had gone to immense lengths to negotiate with the Colters on Clara's behalf—Seraphina's face instantly turned a sickly pale...
Arthur spoke up from the driver's seat. "Where to now, Mr. Lowell?"
Julian thought for a second. "Head over to the Championship organizers' office."
"Understood."
Arthur navigated the car into traffic.
In the backseat, Seraphina sat in a daze, entirely out of it. She stopped looking at Julian and instead stared blankly out the window, hot tears pooling in her eyes.
In the past, Julian would have realized something was wrong by now and immediately started coaxing her.
But today? He didn't care at all. He didn't say a single word!
Seraphina snapped her eyes shut, a single tear tracking silently down her cheek...
After a long moment, she wiped it away, her gaze hardening into something vicious.
That slot had to be hers. And Julian—she was going to take him back, too!
She absolutely refused to let a nobody like Clara Vance walk all over her.
The humiliation was simply too much to bear!
...
Back inside Room Two at the restaurant.
Clara was fully prepared to storm into Room One and confront Julian, but Leo stopped her.
"There are too many eyes here. If you cause a scene and it gets recorded and put online, it's going to turn into a massive PR nightmare. Your competition is coming up; you can't afford any negative press."
Clara knew he was right. Slowly, the fight drained out of her, and she forced herself to calm down.
Right at that moment, her phone buzzed.



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