Clara's eyes suddenly lit up: [Okay.] Perfect, when the time comes, Isabella Gates can see exactly what 'good deeds' Julian Lowell and Seraphina Shaw have been doing behind the Lowell family's back! Clara pulled at the corners of her lips, her mood finally improving a little. A moment later, she called Leo Miller. As a special guest at the exhibition, he would be very busy today. Clara didn't think he would answer the phone. Unexpectedly, after two rings. He answered the call. His voice was as gentle as always. "Clara, what's wrong? How is your sister doing? Can you still make it to the exhibition later?" Hearing him, Clara suddenly felt her nose tingle. "Senior..." She told him about her sister's situation. Leo listened patiently and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll make arrangements in a bit." "Thank you." "What are you thanking me for? Don't be too anxious. Once you're done there, come over, Professor Thorne and I will wait for you. Oh right, I forgot to tell you, Julian and Seraphina both came, it seems they still want her to take him as a mentor... I really want to see their expressions when you show up later. Also, I've prepared some things for you, remember to take them when you leave." Clara smiled, "Okay." This time, she wasn't going to hold back anymore! Over at The Metropolitan Arts Pavilion in the heart of Capital City. Seraphina stared at the ended call screen, her cheeks flushed with anger, wishing she could crush her phone. How dare Clara talk to her like that? And time and time again. Before, she always used to curry favor with her! It was so frustrating. "Who are you calling?" A deep male voice suddenly fell. Julian, having just exchanged pleasantries with a municipal official, lowered his eyes to look at her, his gaze profound. Seraphina paused, feeling inexplicably nervous, and hid the phone behind her back. "No... no one." In that instant, Julian saw the back of the phone, pure black. His gaze deepened further. "You took my phone? Didn't I let Arthur Higgins hold it?" Seraphina's heart leaped into her throat. Julian seemed to see right through her and asked in a low voice, "Did Clara call? What did she say?" Seraphina's back stiffened. Faced with this series of questions, she felt both wronged and guilty. She had only touched the phone. Before, he would never have minded. Why was he interrogating her today over a Clara? Julian: "Sera, have you forgotten everything I told you before?" Words he said before? Was it not to go against Clara? Oh... in the end, was he defending her or defending Clara? Seraphina's eyes couldn't help but well up with heat, and she directly shoved the phone into his hand. "Here, here, here, I won't look anymore, I will never look again! If you care about her, call and ask her yourself!" Julian paused, seeing her like this, he suddenly didn't know what to say, his head aching terribly. "Sera... I don't care about her, you misunderstood what I meant." Seraphina glared at him, "You do!" Julian pursed his lips, his smile suddenly fading a lot. At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he noticed Marcus Thorne and Leo Miller walking over after chatting with a group of people. It was a chance for communication. He looked back at the stubborn girl beside him, thought of something, and finally compromised. He reached out and stroked her head. He said warmly. "We'll talk about Clara when we get back. Didn't you want to be Professor Thorne's student? Let's go talk to Professor Thorne first, okay?" Seraphina wasn't a naive fool; she could see that the man's expression had just turned unpleasant. After all, he was the CEO in charge of Lowell Industries. He had a temper. She knew when to stop, "Mhm, Julian, I was also wrong just now. I'm sorry... I will definitely change in the future." Julian smiled and took her to find Professor Thorne and Leo. "Good girl." The two stepped forward together. Leo noticed the two of them, and then thought of what Clara had just told him over the phone.

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