Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 289

Clara's pulse hammered against her temples. Her fist froze in mid-air above the heavy wood.

Finally piecing it all together,

A chilling wave of revulsion swept through her entire body. "Seraphina, you did this on purpose, didn't you? You deliberately used Anna Vaught's arrival to lure everyone out..."

Leaning casually against the outside of the door with her arms crossed, Seraphina smirked. "Well, at least you're not entirely stupid."

"How could you be so despicable? Let me out!"

"Despicable?"

Seraphina acted as if she had just heard the funniest joke in the world. She pushed off the wall, kicked the door hard, and sneered, "Clara, you're the despicable one here! You swear up and down you don't love Julian anymore, but behind my back, you're using all sorts of underhanded tricks to keep his attention!"

"And another thing! You deliberately put on that fake, humble act in front of everyone just to humiliate me!"

"Seeing them look down on me earlier must have felt amazing for you, right?"

"Clara, you're the one who provoked me first!"

By the time she finished screaming, Seraphina's face was flushed crimson. The sheer humiliation she had endured over the past few days had driven her to the breaking point!

The air fell dead silent...

On the other side of the door, Clara stood in absolute disbelief. She was furious, yet completely lost for words.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm.

"Seraphina, can we both just take a second to calm down? Let me out. Once the competition is over..."

She had been about to say that once the competition was over, she was leaving Capital City forever. Seraphina's entire vendetta revolved around Julian Lowell, and once Clara was gone, all of her problems would naturally disappear.

But Seraphina had zero patience to let her finish.

She slammed her fist against the door and hissed, "Shut up! I don't want to hear another one of your hypocritical lies!"

"You can just sit in there and rot! Someone will eventually let you out once the competition is over!"

Clara's temples throbbed violently.

Gritting her teeth, she lifted her phone to dial for help...

As if anticipating her exact move, Seraphina sneered, "The signal jammer is on. You can't make any calls! Don't expect anyone to come save you!"

It was true. The signal bars, which had been full just moments ago, were now replaced by a stark red 'X'. She couldn't make a single call.

Clara gripped her phone so tightly the veins in her forehead bulged.

Today's championship meant everything to her. It was the culmination of years of blood, sweat, and tears.

Seraphina was literally trying to destroy her life!

Unable to hold back, Clara pounded furiously on the door, her eyes burning red. "Seraphina! We are both women. Do you really have to be this cruel?!"

"Save it! We've been enemies from the start! You just sit tight and watch me take first place and march right into The Alabaster Atelier!"

Seraphina mocked through the door.

Clara's blood ran cold.

The sharp click of high heels echoed down the corridor as Seraphina walked away. Every single step felt as if it were crushing Clara's bones.

With a ghostly pale face, Clara stubbornly dialed the emergency number again.

"We're sorry, your call cannot be connected... We're sorry... We're sorry!"

Clara squeezed her eyes shut.

She had already missed her chance three times in the past.

Was she really going to lose everything again?

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