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Chapter 334
Chapter 334:
Julian’s chest heaved. He was suffocating on his own rage.
Vera leaned back in her seat, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.
“The truth is obvious,” Vera concluded, her voice thick with pity. “Julian Thorne has been pining for me for years. And now he is playing this pathetic ‘chauffeur’ game to get close to me. It’s a classic, desperate move p>
In the back seat, June stared at Vera, mesmerized by the sheer, terrifying scale of her narcissistic delusion. It was a psychological masterpiece.
Julian finally found his voice. He ground his teeth together, forcing the words out like shards of glass.
“Vera,” Julian rasped, his face turning a dangerous shade of purple. “Do you need me to drive you to a psychiatric hospital p>
𝖣ow𝗻l𝘰а𝗱 𝘗𝘋𝖥𝘀 frе𝖾 𝗼n
Vera let out a loud, mocking laugh.
“Oh, please,” Vera scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. “Don’t get defensive just because I exposed your little secret. It’s okay, Julian. Your feelings are valid p>
She reached over and patted the side of his leather seat with a condescending smirk. “I will give you a chance to prove yourself tonight p>
Julian felt his blood pressure spike to stroke-inducing levels. He seriously considered opening his door and rolling out onto the highway at eighty miles an hour just to escape the torture.
Vera turned back to June, winking dramatically. “Don’t worry, darling. I know he is currently your driver. I won’t steal him from you until you are safely home p>
June pressed her hand over her mouth.
Her shoulders began to shake. She squeezed her eyes shut, but it was useless — a silent, genuine laugh bubbled up from her chest, shaking her entire body.
Julian looked in the rearview mirror and saw June laughing at his absolute misery.
He let out a long, agonizing groan of defeat and gripped the steering wheel as the Aston Martin sped toward the Manhattan skyline, carrying the most absurd, chaotic energy he had ever experienced in his life.
The silver Aston Martin glided smoothly to a halt in front of a massive, historic limestone townhouse on the Upper East Side.
The street was lined with ancient oak trees, and the air smelled faintly of expensive rain and old money.
The instant the car stopped, Julian slammed the transmission into park and leapt out of the driver’s seat with the frantic energy of a man escaping a burning building. He practically threw Vera’s heavy Hermès bags onto the pristine sidewalk without a single word of goodbye, then jumped back into the car. The V12 engine roared as he sped away, leaving black tire marks on the asphalt.
Vera watched him flee, a triumphant smirk on her face. “See? He’s completely intimidated by my presence p>
June shook her head, a faint smile lingering on her lips. She hugged Vera carefully with her good arm.
“Call me tomorrow,” Vera said, her tone softening into genuine care. “We are going to the spa. You need a detox from that Boston nightmare p>
Vera climbed into a waiting black Uber SUV, and June was finally alone.