"Rumor has it he was forced to come back and inherit the family empire after an injury. My god, isn't that literally the plot of a billionaire romance novel?"
Julian... The Lawrence Group...
Hearing that name, Eliza's mind involuntarily summoned the image of the gentle, aloof figure from Claremont Island.
She remembered his focused, tender gaze as he treated her wounds.
So, he came from such an illustrious background.
"Do you know where he is now?" Gwen continued her excited gossip over the phone.
Just as her words trailed off.
A clear, steady sound of brakes cut through the heavy rain, stopping on the street just a short distance away.
Eliza's gaze was instinctively drawn to it.
The car door opened, and a long-handled black umbrella emerged first, opening up to block the relentless storm.
Then, a tall, imposing figure stepped out of the car.
Holding the black umbrella, the man walked steadily through the sheets of rain toward her.
The dim yellow streetlights and misty rain blurred his features.
But they couldn't hide the innate cold, aristocratic aura he carried.
He drew closer and closer.
Eliza stared at him blankly, the phone still pressed to her ear.
On the other end, Gwen was still chattering away, "Eliza? Are you listening? Do you know where Julian is right now?"
Eliza's gaze passed through the drifting rain.
Watching the man walking toward her.
Her throat suddenly felt a bit dry.
She spoke into the phone, her voice as light as a sigh, or a murmur in a dream.
"I know now."
He looked at her standing there dazed, a faint smile rippling in the depths of his eyes.

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