Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 282

She replied coldly, "Julian Lowell, have you forgotten? We've already broken up. Who I'm with is none of your business!"

The words stung Julian, leaving him entirely unsettled. "Are you falling for Dominic Jarrett?"

Hearing this, Clara paused. Realizing something, she turned her head toward the floor-to-ceiling glass across the hall. Sure enough, she spotted him standing right there.

Their eyes met across the distance, both simmering with a quiet fury. It was an explosive standoff.

Clara's delicate face was frozen in ice. "Julian, put away your paranoia! Mr. Jarrett and I are just friends. I'm taking him out to dinner right now. I don't have time for your tantrums. Goodbye."

Julian's voice was sharp. "I forbid it!"

Clara simply hung up the phone.

Beside her, as she lowered her head to lock her screen, Dominic cast a cold, detached glance at Julian across the hall.

Julian glared right back, his gaze dripping with venom.

They were both men; they understood exactly what the other was thinking.

Dominic knew perfectly well that Julian was already in love with Clara—he just hadn't realized it yet.

And that was fine.

Even when Julian finally realized he loved her, he wouldn't get a single chance!

Dominic offered a faint smirk and walked away with Clara.

Behind the glass,

Julian watched their retreating figures, his expression turning thunderous.

He slammed his fist against the pane, turned on his heel, and stalked toward the elevators, dialing Quentin Xavier, his Second Secretary, to demand exactly what had happened inside the hall.

Quentin recounted the events from start to finish.

When Julian heard that Quentin had driven the bid for Seraphina's design up to hundreds of thousands of dollars,

And that Dominic had swooped in and paid millions for Clara's design,

Julian felt a sudden surge of irritation. He replied coldly, "I have some business to attend to. Head home by yourself in a bit."

Seeing her face drain of color, a tiny sliver of sympathy tugged at him. His tone softened marginally. "What happened today won't leave this room. Relax."

With that, the elevator doors slid shut.

Seraphina couldn't stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks the moment he was gone.

She leaned pathetically against the elevator wall, looking toward the distant banquet hall entrance. She could still faintly hear the crowd gushing over Clara with envy.

She squeezed her eyes shut, a dark, bruised tint forming at the corners of her eyes.

Clara Vance!

You brought this upon yourself!

At tomorrow's competition, she would make Clara suffer a hundred—no, a thousand times the humiliation she had endured today!