Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 324

Trembling slightly, Arthur reported, "That day at the competition, it was Ms. Shaw who locked Ms. Vance in the waiting room. Ms. Shaw also cut the main power, activated a signal jammer, and lured away the event staff..."

"If someone hadn't accidentally wandered past and heard Ms. Vance screaming for help, she would have missed her heat entirely."

Julian's face was a stormy mess of fury. "Where did this evidence come from?"

"It was handed over by Blackwood Investigations. The client who hired them is... Ms. Vance. They initially had no idea about your relationship with her. But once they dug up the dirt and saw it implicated Ms. Shaw, they panicked about sparking a massive war and brought the files straight to me, asking how you wanted to handle it."

Julian narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Frantic with worry, Arthur pressed, "Mr. Lowell, what do we do? Ms. Vance is clearly trying to secure the proof so she can sue Ms. Shaw into the ground."

Julian said nothing, his icy features an unreadable mask of shadows. He tapped his knuckles methodically against the folder cover. After a long, suffocating silence, he ordered coldly, "Pay off the investigators handsomely. Tell them to completely wipe all their findings. No one is to ever know about this. When they report back to Clara, they are to tell her they found absolutely nothing."

His tone was brutally cold, as if Clara were nothing more than an irrelevant outsider.

Arthur was utterly stunned. "Mr. Lowell, there are no secrets in this world. If Ms. Vance ever finds out about this cover-up, she's going to be furious..."

Furious would be an understatement.

If it blew up, she would likely despise him for the rest of her life and never forgive him.

Julian's brow twitched into a frown.

Suddenly, the phone resting on the table buzzed. It was a contact request from Clara, with the message reading:

[I made it home safely.]

Julian glanced at the screen, and the harsh knot between his brows instantly melted away.

Snatching up the phone, he accepted her request and typed out a quick reply:

[Good. Goodnight. Get some solid rest.]

Setting the phone back down,

he let out a confident chuckle. His eyes blazed with a tyrannical certainty that Clara would be his again as he told Arthur, "She won't find out."

He could already envision it—within a few days, Clara would be obediently rushing back into his arms, catering to his every need exactly like she used to. As for these dirty little secrets, she would never get the chance to uncover them.

Arthur was completely speechless. Witnessing this sheer manipulation, a terrifying chill ran straight down his spine.

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