After My Death, the Love-struck CEO Begs for Reconciliation-Chapter 14

"Julian... These are the company’s internal tax documents... How could she..." Her face showed terror, her eyes unexpectedly glistening with tears.

Originally, Julian Lancaster was tense, but upon hearing this, he quickly pulled the document over.

There were no affectionate letters on it, only detailed records of Aethel Group’s tax evasion, each entry clear enough to make him recoil in shock.

How could this happen... How could Clara have these things...

He widened his eyes, his fingers unconsciously clenched, surrounded by the murmurs of guests, immense panic echoing in his mind.

Everything was supposed to proceed according to his plan, yet the sudden rise of chill in his heart seemed to remind him that he had never truly understood Clara.

"What is this USB? Is it a surprise she prepared for you?"

Unaware of his thoughts, Serena Sullivan tremblingly pointed at the USB, as if it were the only lifeline.

"I don’t know what it is either, why don’t we just take a look together."

Julian Lancaster took the USB and walked onto the stage, feigning calm.

The USB was taken to the stage, Julian’s steps heavy, unsure what Clara might have stored inside.

His fingertips trembled slightly as he plugged the USB into the computer.

The crowd awaited, thinking they were about to face a romantic and warm blessing video.

Yet the next second, Serena Sullivan’s sharp, bitter voice suddenly amplified in the banquet hall.

"Don’t compare me with Clara, she doesn’t deserve it!" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Anyway, Julian has already promised me, if I ever run out of inspiration again, I’ll have her adjust it for me. If she’s ignorant enough to dare compete with me for Julian, I’ll feign lack of inspiration every so often, drain all her talent, until she becomes a useless waste, let’s see how she competes with me then!"

The moment the voice played, Julian Lancaster paused abruptly, his mind went blank.

This voice was unquestionably Serena Sullivan’s, but not the Serena he knew.

The Serena he knew was pure and kind like a white lily, never showing such insidious and cunning side in front of him.

Serena Sullivan’s cold, vicious tone continued to echo in the hall, her face suddenly turning ghastly pale, frozen in place.

"Turn it off! Turn it off now!"

Serena rushed to the stage, wanting to stop it, but this action only sparked Julian Lancaster’s suspicion.

"Stop her." He commanded sternly, several security guards quickly surrounding her.

Julian’s face was cold as he listened to Serena Sullivan and her friends’ mocking of Clara, a surge of anger and strange heartache suddenly arose within him.

His fingers tightly clenched together, his body slightly trembling, striving to maintain his balance, yet unable to mask the shock inside.

But the recording did not stop.

"Heartless? What’s wrong with climbing to higher places! Can you compare with Julian Lancaster? He’s the president of Aethel Group, and you, just a poor artist, nothing at all! Do you expect me to live off the northwestern wind my whole life by being with you? If you love me, you should let go and fulfill me, let me live the life I desire!"

This statement caused an uproar among everyone, and the next second, a stranger’s voice emerged.

"Fulfill you? Then who will fulfill me! Does Julian Lancaster know you’re only with him for the money? Does he know you serve as his ’Muse’ while selling my designs to his competitors? Does he know that last night, we were still in my studio, sleeping together?!"