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."


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