Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 343

"The centerpiece of the necklace is sculpted into surging waves, offering bold and sweeping lines. The earrings are accented with delicate ripples, bringing a touch of agile elegance. The ring itself mimics a continuous stream of water wrapping around the finger, sleek and minimalist."

"Overall, the collection delivers a refined, commanding aesthetic, perfect for high-profile business engagements."

"..."

"Excellent."

Mr. Crawford nodded in absolute approval.

Listening to this, Clara felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She sat frozen in her chair, staring at Seraphina in sheer, horrifying disbelief.

Hot tea splashed onto her fingers, but she didn't even register the burn.

Those design concepts and intricate details—they were her original ideas! They were printed right there in her ruined portfolio. How on earth did Seraphina know them? Had she sneaked a peek at her files?

But that made no sense.

She was absolutely certain that no one else had ever seen this portfolio.

Even if Seraphina had caught a glimpse of it in the lounge, she could only have seen the cover page. The detailed schematics were hidden inside.

Clara desperately racked her brain, her face entirely pale.

Anxiety, panic, and a creeping sense of dread threatened to swallow her whole.

Then, a horrifying memory slammed into her,

Her heart violently skipped a beat. It felt as though a serrated blade had been shoved through her chest, leaving her bleeding out.

Julian.

It was him!

Two nights ago, while they were intimately intertwined, she had excitedly shared her design inspiration with him.

He must have spoon-fed her entire concept to Seraphina.

How could he do something so monstrous to her?

Wasn't destroying her heart enough? Did he have to obliterate her career too?

Clara's breathing hitched. Her bloodshot eyes overflowed with catastrophic disappointment and blinding rage.

Sensing her reaction, Seraphina glanced over. In stark contrast to Clara's utter devastation, Seraphina looked radiant. She even threw Clara a smug, victorious smile.

That smile blatantly declared: I've already won!

And hadn't she?

Their concepts were now identical, and Seraphina had presented first. If Clara pitched the exact same design now, Mr. Crawford would undoubtedly accuse her of plagiarism.

And Clara had absolutely no proof that she was the original creator.

Julian didn't love her; there was no way in hell he would testify on her behalf.

She was completely isolated and trapped!

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