After My Death, the Love-struck CEO Begs for Reconciliation-Chapter 15

Julian Lancaster’s face suddenly turned ashen. He yanked the USB drive out and smashed it on the ground, turning to glare angrily at Serena Sullivan.

"Serena Sullivan, explain this to me clearly," he said, suppressing his anger, and slammed his fist on the table.

The guests watched the impending engagement of the couple on stage with a spectator’s curiosity, whispering among themselves.

"No... Julian, this must be fabricated, it was Clara! It had to be her! She’s framing me..." Serena panicked, reaching out to grab Julian Lancaster’s clothes, but he forcefully pushed her away, looking down at her condescendingly.

"Is that so?" Uncle Shaw, who was closest, quickly reacted, pointing at Serena Sullivan, questioning Julian Lancaster, "I told you from the start she wasn’t a good person, yet you insisted on being with her. Are you satisfied now that you’ve driven Clara away?"

Hearing Clara Everard’s name, Serena Sullivan seemed to go mad, "Her? What is she? Aren’t you in love with me, Julian Lancaster? Have you forgotten how she used to bully me? This must be another one of her schemes..."

"Serena!"

The banquet hall’s door was kicked open with a bang, and everyone’s eyes turned to the back. A thin man rushed onto the stage and grabbed the still-stunned Serena Sullivan. It was Caleb Crawford.

"Come with me, Serena, I know you don’t really love him—ah! Did you just hit me?"

Serena Sullivan trembled with rage, unsure why Caleb Crawford suddenly appeared here.

To document their grand engagement ceremony, Serena Sullivan had even arranged for the media to broadcast it live. However, at this moment, opportunistic reporters clearly seized the chance for publicity, aiming their cameras at them. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Serena Sullivan struggled to shake off Caleb Crawford’s hand, "Julian, I can explain, you have to believe me, I don’t know him at all..." She stammered through her explanation, but Julian Lancaster just looked at her coldly.

"Don’t know me?" Caleb Crawford seemed to find immense humor in that, dropping an art portfolio at Serena Sullivan’s feet, "Alright, you don’t know me. Then let’s show everyone how Miss Sullivan turns the designs of someone she doesn’t know into her own work!"

"Enough!" Julian Lancaster finally spoke, "I don’t care about your entanglements, but this is my territory. What are the security here for?"

The guests below were clearly not expecting today’s dramatic scene. They sat back, eager to see how the Lancaster Family would handle this.

"Mr. Lancaster, something’s wrong—" an assistant rushed over, handing his phone to Julian Lancaster. His face instantly darkened.

On the phone screen was a trending topic skyrocketing to number one: #AethelGroupEngagementTurnsIntoMassiveConfrontationScene#.

"Quick! Confiscate all the reporters’ equipment!"

The scene turned chaotic.

Serena Sullivan attempted to flee amidst the disorder, but Julian Lancaster’s sideways glance was enough to freeze her in place.

The design drafts from the art portfolio scattered across the floor, and amidst the whispered conversations of the guests, she knew she was finished.

It was all Clara’s doing, all Clara’s!

She bit her lip hard, her hatred for Clara Everard reaching its peak.