Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 241

Downstairs.

Julian Lowell got into his car but didn't leave immediately. Rolling down the window, he lit a cigarette, a surge of irritation gnawing at him.

He couldn't quite explain the source of his frustration.

Clara Vance had been right there beside him!

Perhaps it was her sudden coldness. From last night until now, he felt her slipping away, distancing herself again...

Before, he thought he didn't care, but now...

Julian frowned. Before he could dwell on it, his phone rang.

It was Seraphina Shaw. Her voice was soft and sweet. "Julian, are you here?"

Julian's gaze turned somber. He crushed his cigarette and said in a low voice, "I'm here."

With that, he started the car and sped away.

He figured he had just gotten used to Clara's tenderness over the past few days, so her sudden coldness left a bitter taste in his mouth.

She was just angry, that was all.

Once he sorted out the competition quota this morning, he would coax her!

...

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the organizers' headquarters.

Seraphina was already waiting. Once he arrived, they walked into the building together.

The warm sunlight bathed their close figures, making them look exactly like a sweet, deeply in love couple!

When Clara drove up, she happened to witness the scene.

Even though she had prepared herself mentally, her complexion still paled a fraction.

It was Professor Thorne's voice on the phone that pulled her thoughts back.

"Clara, seize this moment. This is your last chance."

Clara snapped back to reality. Her mind was clear now, and she replied calmly, "I understand, Professor."

"Good. Go on then."

"..."

She hung up the phone.

Clara grabbed the printed documents from the passenger seat, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the building.

...

Meanwhile, Julian and Seraphina had already reached the conference room.

Several executives were already present. Seeing them enter, they immediately stood up to greet them. "Mr. Lowell. Ms. Shaw."

The conference room door was suddenly pushed open. A woman's clear, melodious voice rang out like a chiming bell. "I think the one who should be intimidated knows exactly who she is!"

As her words fell, a synchronized second of silence swept the room before everyone turned toward the door.

Seraphina found the voice familiar. Frowning in confusion, she also turned her head.

The moment she saw Clara standing there, her eyes widened in shock. A ridiculous thought popped into her head.

But she immediately dismissed it. Impossible!

How could Clara be the person Professor Thorne selected?

Julian also looked up at Clara. Realizing something, his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

He assumed she had found out he was pulling strings for Seraphina behind her back and had come to throw a fit.

He stood up and walked toward her, his voice low. "Why are you here?"

His first words were a cold, hard interrogation.

Clara scoffed inwardly. She looked up at him, her beautiful, refined eyes entirely devoid of their usual affection, leaving nothing but icy indifference.

She said, "Why shouldn't I be here?"

Julian thought of a certain possibility but found it utterly absurd. How could Clara be the student Marcus Thorne had chosen?

He grabbed her wrist, his voice dropping. "Clara, enough is enough. I'll explain things to you later. Go home for now."