Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 263

It was hard to say exactly why... perhaps he felt that helping would be useless, and it would end up bankrupting anyway.

"Tell them there's no need to resolve the company's issues. From now on, I'll just wire them money every month."

Arthur understood, then brought up another matter.

"And... what about the competition spot? The competition is the day after tomorrow. If it isn't finalized today, once the promotional posters are released, Seraphina will be completely disqualified."

Julian's brow furrowed, his thoughts suddenly drifting back to Clara.

He closed his eyes in frustration.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, Arthur knew his boss was deliberating and boldly offered a reminder.

"Mr. Lowell, the root of your conflict with Ms. Vance is Seraphina. Ms. Vance has suffered a great deal of grievance this time. If you want to reconcile with her, it would be best not to help Seraphina with this..."

Julian's eyelids snapped open.

Shooting him an icy glare, he demanded, "Which eye of yours saw that Clara is important to me?"

Hearing this,

Arthur was struck speechless.

Wasn't she?

If she wasn't important, why was he chasing after her and coaxing her? If she wasn't important, why did he shamelessly linger in her apartment for an entire day and night?

Julian urged him with a cold face, "Drive to Lowell Industries."

"Oh, right..."

Arthur didn't dare say another word.

Julian scoffed and turned to look out the window, his eyes dark and brooding.

At most, he just liked Clara a little. And that affection was driven mostly by a man's possessiveness and lust.

She wasn't worth him going out of his way to do anything!

...

The Gilded Leaf.

As Clara stepped out of her car and walked inside, she suddenly sneezed. Pulling her coat tighter and sniffing, she continued inside and followed the waiter's guidance to a private room.

Pushing the door open, she walked in.

Professor Thorne was sitting in a plush armchair, sipping tea while checking messages on his phone. Whatever he was reading kept his brows tightly furrowed.

[Sera totally deserves it. I've interacted with her before, and she is a wonderful, incredibly kind girl. At one banquet, I was really nervous, and she brought me inside with her.]

[...]

The whitewashing wasn't even the worst of it. The internet trolls had actively begun smearing Clara:

[I heard from an insider that Clara Vance stole Sera's spot. How could she be so awful!]

[Clara Vance? Hah, there really are all kinds of snakes in the grass!]

[Exactly! Who even is Clara Vance? I've never heard of her. Does anyone actually know her? Spill the tea.]

[If you ask me, she probably slept her way to stealing Sera's spot. Sera was just too kind to fight back. Thank God the organizers saw the truth!]

[Can't wait to watch Sera absolutely destroy Clara at the competition!]

[...]

Some people even dragged her family into the mud:

[She's so poor, there's no way she could afford design school. She definitely relied on sugar daddies.]

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